As soon as they'd entered, Sonja had excused herself to go to the ladies' quickly. She didn't particularly need to, but she'd remembered from past experiences as a young girl herself that women often loved to write their secret little puzzles inside toilet stalls. She'd always found it strange personally, as she was naturally upfront and forward with most people.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, upon entering the ladies' room, she was overcome by the smell of very VERY fresh paint. Well, that had certainly been a waste of a trip. Just for precaution-sake, she still checked the stalls but didn't even find any marks from past writings. It seemed someone obviously wanted to keep the place spotless. Sighing, she checked herself in the mirror, holding the coat she'd taken off once entering the establishment now in her arms. Still looking as fresh as she did leaving the apartment, she smiled and turned on her heel to head back out to the bar<br/><br/>Sonja arrived at the bar just as the bartender announced the club and bar were both closed. Her expression became pouty at the barman as she leaned on the bar to place the coat down, subtly giving him a view of her porcelain tone cleavage glowing against the solid black of her dress as her strawberry-blonde waves brushed her skin lightly. "Oh my, closed? And here I was hoping I'd found a place I could sit back and relax with a stiff drink."