Minnie could feel the rhythmic thump of the bass shaking her bones as she moved deeper into the club. Her heart was pounding to the enticing tune. She had forgotten how addictive the night life could be, but now it was all coming back to her. She glanced behind he at Lily, Chris, and Elsa, a large smile on her pretty face. The familiar scent of sweat from the multiple of gyrating bodies was assaulting her nostrils, but she ignored it as she pushed her way to the bar. It was here that she planned on meeting Damien face to face, and she was both extremely excited and nervous. "White Russian," she ordered. As soon as her drink was in hand, she turned and eyed the club. It was much grander than the clubs that she was used to. It was a step up to say the least. Grinning at her companions, Minette offered a toast, raising her glass and beaming at the others. She made a mental note to check Elsa's drink before she even thought about consuming it. "A toast to new beginnings and the Triple Threats!" Clanging her glass against theirs, Minnie took a large sip of his drink. Her brown eyes flicked across her surroundings. She pinched at her dress absently, thinking about how her encounter with Damien would play out. She was sure that it would go well, but Minette was the type that worried too much for her own good. She took a deep breath, deciding that she'd attempt to look for him later.
"Let's dance," she told her friends then allowed her eyes to fall on Elsa. "No drinking, okay?" With that, she grabbed Lily's hand and Chris' arm. "You should come with us, Elsa," she suggested with a friendly grin.