"A woman after my own heart." Irene pours herself onto the barstool, crossing her legs neatly and taking a sip- a large sip- of her drink before she orders for Megan. She's definitely fuzzy around the edges; it's been a while since she's gone out to get drunk, and she doesn't much like being intoxicated alone.

"It is enormous, isn't it? And marvellous. I've never worked in a club before- prefer things one on one, and I like to stay self-employed- but it is fun."