A Night Abroad [Alex]

Charlie was not dressed for a night on the town. In fact, she was dressed quite the opposite. It was an all black type of night: black v-neck, black jeans, black boots laced up to her mid-calf. She let her hair hang down in an attempt to offset the casualness of her outfit. She was on a scouting mission, for herself mostly. There had been little opportunity for Charlie to see much of the now contained District 522 since she had arrived. But since then, she knew two things:

1. The city had several gangs.
2. If you weren't part of one, you weren't a part of anything.

Her mission was simple. She needed to get intel and decide who to join. The strip of nightclubs had seemed like a good idea. It was the old spot in her old city. If you want any information it was always the people of the night that knew. She pushed her way past a boy and a girl getting close in the doorway of the nearest club. When she entered into the loud, smoke filled environment she searched for the first seat available. Scouting would take some time and she was going to have to do a lot of people watching.

The music continued to thud in her ears as she pushed past bodies dancing and sharing drugs. She saw a single bar stool against a wall and claimed it as her perch for the night. The seat was warm and made her think that maybe someone had been sitting in it not too long ago, but she dismissed it and sat with her back against the wall. Her eyes flickered from couple to couple as she tried to find something to start with.