Carol entered the bar and looked around. She smoothed the front of her dress and tucked her hair behind her right ear. “Not bad,” she whispered, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar. “Not good, but not bad.” Spotting her friends, she began to wedge into the crowd, inching towards the table. “Hey,” said a suit coat with short blonde hair. “Hey,” she replied, being polite. “What’s up?” said a long sleeved white t-shirt and a gold chain with dark brown hair. “Nothing yet,” she replied, making slow progress. “Dance later?” said dark red skin, prominent horns, and a tail. “You know it,” Carol replied, making direct eye contact. He grinned and she smiled back. It had been a long day, gin sounded like just the thing, and she was in a mood to dance with the Devil.