<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br/><strong>With Sana, Danielle, Tristyn and Michelle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Whooooo! Drinks!!" Mayson joined in on the little chant as she waved a quick hello to Michelle. She was ready to get up and give her a round of hugs and kisses too, but the girl sat down immediately, foregoing any pleasantries and not giving her the chance. It was a pretty good indication that Michelle wasn't in the best mood, and Sana had apparently picked up on that as well, tactfully offering some support while framing it as if it was just stress from a flight, which it obviously wasn't. Mayson couldn't help but feel a little impressed and proud of her girlfriend for that.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh sure, go ahead and invite everyone to get wasted while I get to watch you have fun then drive your asses home,"</strong>the blonde interjected, clearly not being serious.<strong>"Wicked little Pooka!"</strong>Mayson poked the tip of Sana's nose lighty as she reused Danielle's term, which she thought made an adorable pet name.<br/><br/>She waited for the waiter that Michelle had called over to arrive so that they could all order their drinks, not daring to ask whether Andrew was still coming or not. Michelle hadn't mentioned him, and Mayson knew that depressed and angry look quite well, so her guess was that their party had been reduced to five for the night, but she'd wait for confirmation before jumping to conclusions.<br/><br/>She ordered a blueberry vodka lemonade for herself before reaching across the table and lightly cupping both of her hands over one of Michelle's looking her straight in the eyes with a warm smile.<strong>"So, go anywhere exotic recently? Better yet, do any shopping? Tell me everything, make me jealous!"</strong>