The Mended Drum was not her first choice of bars but suggesting that you go to Biers for girly drinks was something that just wasn’t done. It suggested things that she did not really want her friend to think too much about. All Adelaide wanted to do tonight was to enjoy the company of Sweetpea. It had been far too long since the two had sat and chatted, there were things that needed to be discussed, mostly things of the male persuasion.
The dark haired young lady entered the pub cautiously, not really wanting to draw too much attention to herself. She was here to drink and chat and nothing more. She quickly got herself a beer and shuffled off to find a seat. It wasn’t that she was afraid of something happening; it was just that she wanted to avoid any scuffles. It would have helped if she wasn’t a woman but there was no changing that, the best she could do for now as keep her head down, hope Sweetpea was about, and try to remember to knee them in the socks if anyone got to friendly.
Addy was quick to snatch up a seat that was in the back and out of the way. She took a snip of her beer and wrinkled her nose, the drink was thick and wheat-y and not all that good. She needed Sweet to tell her what to drink here, the Seamstress was much better at this girl business and Adelaide. Hoping to find company the brown eyed lady’s eyes gave the tables a quick sweep, when she saw nothing her turned her attention back to her drink. Gingerly she took another bitter sip and looked about once more hoping for Sweet’s quick arrival.
The Mended Drum was crowded, but Sweetpea knew exactly how to deal with that. Unlike her friend, she had no qualms about ensuring she was on everyone's radar, rather than flying under them. For one thing, that was how she drummed up customers. Tonight, however, she was not working - she was on her way to have some fun. Pausing at the entrance of the Drum, she scanned the room slowly, searching for Addy. It went without saying that the other young woman had arrived first; Sweets did so love to make an entrance. Besides, hair like this didn't just happen. Spotting her friend, she smiled, and then gently adjusted the neckline of her tight-fitting (most of her clothes were tight, let's be honest) blue dress. Clearing her throat, she tapped on the shoulder of the nearest man and said sweetly, "You're in my way."
This would ordinarily have been reason enough for a fight at the Drum, but when the man whirled around his eyes were inexorably drawn downwards, and he suddenly forgot what he was going to say. Sweetpea rolled her eyes and made a gentle flapping motion with her hand. Men were such idiots. This idiot stepped aside, and then shoved his friend, pushing him out of her way too. Favouring him with a smile, Sweets swept through the gap, shoulders back and head held high. There were certain advantages to having a low-cut dress and a well-endowed chest. Casually, she grabbed a reaching hand and twisted it away painfully, reprimanding its owner with a simple, "Don't touch the merchandise." The hand was duly withdrawn, its owner wincing. Messing with a seamstress was an unhealthy life choice in Ankh-Morpork, because it generally resulted in an extremely painful visit from the Agony Aunts.
It didn't take her long to arrive at Addy's table, a genuine smile appearing on her face as she closed the gap between herself and her friend. As much as she could wield her seamstress wiles over a certain type of crowds, on some nights she just wanted to be a woman - and have an enormous amount of fun, of course! "Addy!" She flung her arms out, pulling the more conservatively dressed girl into an exuberant hug. "So good to see you! How are you, love?" Behind her, the semi-open pathway she'd forged slowly sealed shut again, the crowd blinking its way free from thoughts of what was under her bodice. "Oh, darling... beer, really? From the Drum?" She shook her head, lifting herself onto the chair beside Addy's. "Doesn't matter. We're not stopping here all night, that's for sure."