Blake was in "that mood." That's what everybody who knew her well enough always called it, for as long as she could remember. "That mood" was when Blake felt like if she didn't get up and do something, go somewhere loud and stimulating, she would simply melt away. Restless would be a huge understatement to the way she felt at the moment. Back in her dorm, Blake quickly scrunched her hair a bit with some hairspray. She had curled it that morning, and although the curls weren't quite as tight as they had been, now they actually looked better, loose and alluring, cascading over her shoulders. Now wanting to spend too much time getting ready, Blake just dashed on a bit of mascara and blush to give her cheeks a glow. As an afterthought, she swiped on a layer of lip gloss and slipped it in her small purse to bring with her. The little bag also contained her wallet, her cell phone, and some other miscellaneous items. She had several larger purses that she could take, but this one was good when she didn't want to lug around something bigger.

After a few moments of deliberating, Blake decided on wearing a new black dress paired with some Jimmy Choos she wasn't really sure if she liked. But oh well. Just in case her feet started hurting like hell while she danced, Blake grabbed a pair of black flip-flops and threw them in the passenger seat as she slid into her shiny red '63 Studebaker Avanti. Many students why on earth she chose to drive the ancient car, but it was Blake's baby. Of course she could afford a 50,000 car, but where was the fun in that when everyone had one? She loved the Avanti, with it's black leather seats. When she drove it, she liked to pretend that she'd gone back in time to the 60's. The car really didn't seem that old. It had air-conditioning, she'd gotten a stereo put in, and it even had power windows. It was just fine with her.

The drive to Magoo's was short and sweet. She parked around the block and headed inside. The blast of noise and music hit her all at once, and she only had to flash a smile at the bouncer for him to let her inside. Not once in all her years of coming to the club had she been ID'd. Blake was just taking a seat at the bar when she noticed a familiar face sitting a few feet to her left, so she squeezed in between a grinding couple to take the seat next to Ross. "Hey," she said with a grin, brushing a stray strand of dark hair out of her glinting eyes. "Look, we match," she said playfully, indicating their black dresses. Blake noticed that Ross had a martini, which wasn't anything unusual, but Blake hadn't decided if she was going to drink tonight or not. If she did, it meant she would have to take a taxi back to the dorms and leave her car parked by the club until tomorrow.