#winter 1

Some of the Satin Cabaret crowd hang around after hours. One of the first groups of people Birdie'd actually come to trust after her bout with inhumanity (it had been, after all, the Dancers of the club who had helped them get the drop on Skinner), she felt, especially now, that it was her duty to treat them.

Winter Yi is one of those dancers; a member of the Cabaret she's had fleetingly little time to speak with. So tonight, as she forwards round after round to the clientele - some of whom are unassuming humans, others of whom are witches, or wolves, or vampires - it's Winter Yi she finds herself pulling up to the bar.

"Sorry about that asshole earlier," she says. The offending loudmouth asshole had been yoinked from the space and thrown out into the snow before he could get handsy - a generous fate, really. "Nobody ought to be acting like that in here."