Chale was a bit stressed out from work lately, so he had looked forward all week to reach that Saturday. It was his first day off in ages. He had had so much paperwork, and so much of it was too important to leave to his deputy head. Some of it was bullshit, but when he was so into the job, why not read through some of the bullshit as well and sign the damned papers.

He sighed as he walked out of the hospital and got to his car. He could always apparate to his home, but he was rather fond of driving. And he did use some magic, like being able to drive through really tight spots that even motorcyclists couldn't drive though. Of course, that meant confunding the other drives, but what the hell.

Chale had gotten halfway home when he suddenly had the feeling of wanting to be social. So he stopped the car and thought a bit. Crazy Cauldron was the first thing that came to mind. He could also go to the Leaky Cauldron, but it would be too silent there, even with many people. After all, it was more a hotel than a party place.

So Chale did a u-turn and soon found himself outside the nightclub. A smile spread on his face as he relaxed his shoulders and went inside, giving a wave at the people he knew there, and the people that waved at him for either being good looking or because they recognized him as a big shot healer, or because they were terribly drunk, the third seeming to be the most likely of them.

He walked up to the bar and ordered a cool beer. The music wasn't too loud, luckily, so it was still possible to hear what the bartender was asking him and stuff. And even if there was a problem, muffling the sound wouldn't be a problem. Oh, he did like to relax on a Saturday night.

Tess mumbled something in the form of no, now that she was cornered by some drunk who was looking for more than just dancing. She pushed him away and wondered why the hell did she came here. The one time she was convinced to go on her own, to explore life not always depending on Victoria or her family.

So here she was, taking advantage of her weekend hoping do..oh Merlin, try to find a date. Dorian had gone awol, and she didn't even want to think about him or the Rhial girl whom he didn't stop talking about. She needed a distraction, but all she got was men who were looking to get hexed. She was just not that kind of girl, still on her first drink and she had been here an hour.

Gulping it down, she placed the glass on some random table and walked towards the bar. She didn't know why she had dressed so out of her comfort zone, but she couldn't stick out like a sore thumb with something uninteresting and bland. As she plopped on the chair she signaled the waiter.

"Rum and coke please" she called out as loud as she could over the music.