Iris found the staff inside showed little reaction to her appearance, no doubt having seen stranger things in their time there. A waiter, perhaps in his early 20s, approached her, carrying a menu. "Is there something in particular you're looking for tonight ma'am? Dinner, drinks, a room? Will you be expecting company that we will have to make any special arrangements for?"<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>The ambiance in Mister Saturdays is pretty much what the two guys would expect, with the thrum of heavy drum beats evident as soon as you enter. A pretty little thing with her face painted like a skull, and a top hat set at a jaunty angle, welcomes you inside. The bar is a little busier than you would have expected, a handfull of tourists sheltering from the weather and apparently seeing if enough alcohol will improve it any.<br/><br/>((OOC - I'll let Antonio and Mica take each other's measure, if they so choose, before doing anything else there))