This was a horrible idea. He didn't even know if she'd remember or even be here?

Whatever. He had intended to check out Dark Horizons anyway. This sort of thing seemed pretty casual? He wasn't really interested in Chris in that sense, he thought--but he'd like to know her better sober. After a moment's hesitation, he left his coat at the check. Shades, black shirt, torn-up yellow scarf. Perfect.

Making his way in, he finally looks over to the bar and spots her. Time to head over, for better or worse.

Shit, what to even say. Think, Blues. Think.

"Hi."

What a hit you are, Blues.