Lyta took a sip of her beer, grabbing a couple of pretzels out of the bowl set in the middle of the table. The bar was a little crowded tonight, not too busy, but packed enough to where they'd have to wait to play pool. Which she wanted to do. She was long over-due to kick Misha's butt at it.

She had to admit, she looked good. Her wings were hidden in their brace under her light-blue blouse that showed juuust the right amount of cleavage. Her jeans were tight, but still comfortable so she could move around in them just fine.

Grinning at her three friends that she was sharing a table with, Lyta placed her beer down on the table.

"This is long overdue, boys."