...to a bar.

...to the nearest bar, The Pointing Finger. It wasn't the most high-class bar April had ever seen, but it would do. She led Athena up to the bar itself and sat them both down, then stopped Athena as she was about to ask the bartender for a drink. "Sluts don't buy their own drinks, Athena." Then, April leaned in and whispered, "Plus, you're under 21, so you can't really order for yourself anyway."

The reminder made Athena blush. Back in Europe, she'd been able to drink is most countries."Stupid US drinking laws..." she mumbled under her breath. Just then, two guys came up to them. Both were tall, but one had the bulky form of a bodybuilder that showed clearly with his extra-thin t-shirt and the other looked like he had the lean, toned body of an athlete. They were clearly staring at Athena and April, and their smiles showed they liked what they saw. A little nervous but trying to remember what April had told her, Athena gave the guys her best seductive smile and asked, "Hi, can we help you?"

From there, the guys bought to two of them several drinks, which were surprisingly delicious. Small talk ensured, and Athena found herself using the advice April had given her on pickup up guys, or rather letting them pick you up. In less than two hours, April was going to the apartment of Mike Ceps, the beefy one, with him, and Athena was 'letting' Dennis Racket walk her home, and despite her misgivings she found herself more and more excited about what would come next.