The long night

New York City, a beautiful sea of lights that sprawls out for miles, is truly a city that never sleeps. In this vast metropolis there is a young girl trying to make it this night a truly spectacular one... "Wicky Wicky Wicky what! Hold up a muthafuckin minute. Real talk y'all, I'm just tryin to have a dope-ass time tonight."
Wait, how are you doing this? I don't understand, I'm writing this story here not you. How are you able to speak to me?
"I ain't talkin to you! Would ya'll look at this stupid muthafucka. I'm talkin to them! Ya know the people having to read this dribble you're writing. Oh, and fyi I'm a reality bending Demigod. I think I might be related to Zeus, but hell, I don't know. They all kinda sleep around"
Well, I guess that explains that.
"Damn right it does! Now, I'm gonna ask ya'll for advice to have the best evening possible! So, should I go to the club, a restaurant, or this asshat Steve's house party?

You have 3 choices: