<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/7d9a07180defda07150cfd0b810afa34/tumblr_nkkkxgHHud1u0y8kwo1_1280.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Patsy Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12244344#msg12244344)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong><em>Meow</em>.<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Money Well-Spent (sans nude lip gloss) (http://joylovesfashion.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/blue-dress-beyonce-revel.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Patsy's Apartment ---> Luke's, Harlem<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jessica, Misty, Luke, Shang, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Running her fingers through hair that was still a bit dripping from the shower, Patsy listened to the phone in the apartment of her sister ring and ring - was she seriously screening her calls? Patsy rolled her eyes and hung up before Jessica's answering machine could answer the question for her. Turning to stare into the mirror, she pondered what to do with her hair while the hair dryer played with the red strands and then decided to do something simple. If Patsy was a betting woman, then she'd probably be able to find Jessica at Luke's bar, although that was probably the last place she needed to be - still, her sister was a creature of habit. She turned her hair dryer off and pulled her still kind-of-damp hair back into a tight ponytail while she started applying her make-up. She was already putting together an outfit in her head because tonight was one of those rare nights that her waitressing job hadn't called her all day, so Patsy was getting one those rare - what were they called?<em>Nights off</em>. So, the good clothes were coming out, even if she was only going over to Luke's - she hadn't worn that dress in a minute and she had bought those heels last week, had barely been able to pay her rent because of it, so they needed a night out.<br/><br/>That meant easy on the make-up, other than the lipstick. If you could wear red lipstick with an outfit - and it could be<em>that</em>shade of red - then you were obligated to wear that lipstick.<br/><br/>Sheer, nude-colored stockings and garter clips attached under the dress to keep the stockings from fall down and then the hunt for jewelry. Patsy settled on some simple cold hoops and this cute bracelet she couldn't remember when she had bought - if she had taken a moment, she'd probably realize that she spent a bit too much on clothing, but where was the sin in that? She worked three jobs, she was allowed to spend money clothing - especially when she looked so damn good in it. Carefully, Patsy tugged the blue dress down over her curves before she applied her perfume and wandered back into her bathroom, letting her hair out from the ponytail. A well-executed side-part followed by scrunching of hair bits and hair spray, and Patsy finally felt ready to go. Out of the bathroom, she shoved her normal stuff into a peach clutch and then was out, locking her door behind her.<br/><br/>This was New York, so there was a cab as soon as she made herself visible outside.<br/><br/>"Thanks, enjoy your night!" leaning into the cab window, Patsy handed the driver her fare plus tip - she understood that struggle, so she also winked at him. He probably had a something at home, but still, she liked the smile she got.<br/><br/>Looking up at the bar lights, Patsy she decided she was probably overdressed, but she didn't give a damn. It was a night off and she felt good, ratings for "Trish Talk" were some of the highest they had been and the show managers were talking about opening up the topics she was allowed to cover - which would mean more ears that might be listening, and when you were a radio show in the age of the podcast and YouTube, you were happy for what you could get. Her fingers curled around her clutch as she pushed the door to Luke's open, unsure exactly<em>who</em>she'd find behind it - and she wasn't taken totally by surprise.<br/><br/>At least, at first.<br/><br/>Her sister was here, with Misty in-tow - and Luke, of course. And Shang? Patsy blinked - well, okay. Patsy managed to bounce on her heels as she walked and waved, wandering into earshot as she slid onto a barstool.<br/><br/>"I hope I'm not interrupting a club meeting. How is everyone?" she grinned and winked at Misty. "I'll take an amaretto sour, extra cherries please."<br/><br/>The feeling of the bar made Patsy think that something bad had just happened, but nothing was broken, so she sat and waited for the conversation to pick back up.