"Places that aren't open late in the French Quarter don't last long," she smirks, glancing over at the back of the white-haired head. "Dickie Brennan's is always good, and it's just a couple of blocks down."

"Hmmm, but I don't think either of us is dressed for that," Wik bites her lip. "What about the Embers? It's just around the corner, practically."