Cori had changed out of her dance gear and threw on a loose oversized pink sweater over a pair of fitted black pants. Her flat shoes were satin, not unlike some of her dance shoes. Raven hair now hanging loose, she moved with the same grace she danced with, but was more relaxed than earlier when she was training.

Stepping into the lounge, she meandered over to the bar where the host was mixing up a drink for someone. As he poured it out in a martini glass, it was a vibrant yellow.

She slipped onto a bar stool, waiting for Aaron. They could move to a table after he got there if they wished, but for the moment, she was happy to observe adn chat with Sam. “That’s a vibrant drink. Anything I might be tempted to try?”

“I’m waiting on a new friend to come by. He’s going to want food. But I’m more interesting in desert. And maybe something to drink,” she said, folding her arms on the bar top.

~Corinne Dalton