the open bar; open to all
( Rules of Cadelle: if there's a bar, there's probably a pink haired woman sat there. Tonight the customary bright hoodie and black jeans combination switched out for a more relaxed look, hair falling loosely over her shoulders as she leans on the bar, glancing over the multitude of drinks available before opting, rather shockingly for-

A beer.

Yeah. She's not always the most adventurous with her drinks. But when the bartender talks about their extra shot, for a bit more courage, her brow quirks: ) That what booze do anyway?

( It's a little stronger than that, they explain, and she shrugs. )

Sure. Whatever.

( And that is the story of how one (1) Kate Galloway came to be drinking something which seems to unwind the tension that's almost always present in her shoulders, her expression visibly brighter by the time she's halfway through it. In fact, if you happen to be in range by that point or later, she'll come right up to you, bottle in hand and an expression that's somehow friendly without necessarily smiling. )

You tried that extra shot yet?

( Okay, so it's not the greatest opener, but for once she doesn't sound emotionally dead. Baby steps. )

the snack bar; open to all
( The perfect accompaniment to alcohol? A cucumber sandwich. Served on brown bread, of course. She hasn't had one in months, okay? Let a girl live.

Of course, it's boring if you just stick to finger sandwiches, no matter how delicious they are. So, naturally, with her third (or probably higher) beer in hand, Kate wanders to the tables at the left and right, casting a critical glance over the foods offered and a briefer one over the menu explaining everything.

She samples a couple of spicy chilli crisps tossed into a bowl on the edge of the right hand table and the warmth isn't just the burn of spice in her mouth, but something which feels like taking a hot drink in the face of these cooler nights.

If you happen to be close by, Kate will likely tug on your clothes lightly to get your attention. )

You tried this?

( She may not necessarily point to the aforementioned crisps, may ask your opinion on a cupcake or something from the left hand table, too. )

the bedouin tents; open to all
( If Kate has a choice, that choice will usually be to be active. Doing something. But even a superhuman with near boundless seeming energy has to relax, to rest. Especially after indulging in maybe one too many of those infused drinks. They feel good. And they've been slowly making her friendlier throughout the night, which is really why they're all here. The whole be good people and you get what you want shit going on.

A pleasant buzz flows through her veins as she flops onto a couch - or maybe a lap, dealer's choice - and stretches her arms above her head, tugging off the plaid shirt she wears and tying it arounf her waist. There's enough booze in her system to make her feel warm, especially in these cosily lit tents, and she leans into the person next to her (or the lap she's sitting on). )

Not bad.

( Yes. What a masterful line that is. :| )