<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGPhL-RAb3o/Ujh0jS6-7MI/AAAAAAAAQxs/_cTOVy_MJKM/s1600/MM55265.jpg)</div><em>Late.</em><br/><br/>Wait, is it late? Actually late? Okay, so maybe there wasn't a set time but...<br/><br/>Olivia enters the front door, and the quaint setting is immediately a blend of drink and charm. Familiarity and laughter make for a warm invitation to some, while ramping up nervousness in others; but for Olivia, her nerves always struggled to get the best of her. It was her first time ever entering this particular club and it was Darcy's invitation that saw her now checking it out all around. A veritable who's who could be seen around the location and Olivia's eyes scanned the room to find that her question about being late was simply refreshed.<br/><br/>Darcy was already present.<br/><br/>Well that figured. Olivia'd never known her to<em>not</em>be prompt. Even still, as she entered the room, she decided Darcy was early. She wasn't late. Right. That was it. Jaclyn's unmistakable voice has the wall street empress wondering just how much she might have been missing out, not being around here. Jaclyn's birthday? Well now... this<em>is</em>an occasion. It'd be easy enough to slide into the seat next to Darcy and ask how her day's been, but an obvious invitation toward the cake kept Olivia on her feet.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"You know. Bars aren't my thing. Not really. But when you say you're very easy, it's almost a cardinal sin not to show up..."</em></span>Olivia wasn't sure if they'd all gather around the cake, or break into a song of 'happy birthday' for Jaclyn, but either way, she delayed sitting until she was sure it wouldn't be rude.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"Nice little place-!"</em></span>