Sara smiles brightly when Koda suggests that they go find a bar. As much fun as exploring such a historical city with such rich history sounded to her, drinking sounded a lot better. At least she knew her way around a bottle much better than she knew her way around London. "Yeah, that sounds awesome, actually," she says back with a smile as she starts down the street, her eyes darting around for anything that looked like it would serve them alcohol and a quiet space to hang out. "So where are you from?" she asks.

"It's a big city. There's always a bar near by. The business men need somewhere to go before going home to their boring wife and kids, right?" Sara says back with a smile as she continues to scan the area. She laughs when he tells her that he's from Los Angeles. "That's where I live, too!" Her voice is excited, thinking that maybe Koda and her will be friends for a while and this won't just be a "one time in London" sort of thing. "I've always kind of liked it there. I'm from Wisconsin. Green Bay, to be more specific - the smallest American city to host a major sports franchise. And that's just about the only thing the town has going for them." She laughs a little, shrugging. "But I get what you mean about places being home. When I was in Wisconsin, all I wanted to do was move away. Now I've lived in Los Angeles for a couple years, and I keep wondering if I'll have a chance to go back to Wisconsin any time soon. It's strange how places can get under your skin like that."

Sara smiles brightly when it seems that Koda has found a bar for them to hang out at. She hadn't worn the right shoes to be walking all around London in, and she's happy to have found a place to sit down and chill out at. "Do I not look like the type of girl from Los Angeles?" She asks with a smile as they start heading towards the bar. She knew she didn't, but she wanted to hear what Koda would say. Her skin was too pale for anybody to think that she spent any time near a beach. "What do I need to do to look like I live in Los Angeles? Get a fake tan? Maybe run around in a bikini and high-heels for a little bit?" She giggles, giving Koda a hard time. As they walk into the bar, she looks around and smiles. This was just her type of place. She walks over with Koda to the bar, and sits down, her feet thanking her for a moment of relief in her heeled boots. "Um, I'll just have a Bud Light, thanks." It seemed too early in the day for her to be ordering mixed drinks, although an appletini sounded amazing to her right now. She looks around and spots an open pool table. "Do you play pool?" She asks.

Sara giggles as he names off the other aspects of the Los Angeles diva, shaking her head. Besides her blonde hair, which wasn't natural but wasn't bleach blonde either, she didn't fit any of the description. Except for maybe she used the word "like" a little too much. She made a mental note to cut down on it. "I'll be sure to stay the same Sara Daniels I always have been," she assures Koda with a smile as the bartender puts the drinks in front of them. "Thank you very much, Koda." She hadn't expected for him to pay for her drink as well. She was ready to pay for her own when he handed him the money. "Alright. You got the drinks, so I'll rack up the game," she decides, walking over to the pool table - more like strutting over. One thing that Sara had grown to be able to tell was when all eyes in a room were on her, and she could tell that in this bar, most eyes were. Apparently it wasn't every day a cute, blonde girl in heeled boots wants to play some pool, in this bar at least. She sets up the game, placing the eight ball in the middle of the triangle of balls, and then motions to Koda. "You break."

Sara smiles. Even though Koda says it's not a problem, she still feels special that he paid for her drink. She decided that she would have to make it up to him one day - they were sure to be friends once they both got back to Los Angeles after all. She watches the balls carefully as they all shoot off into different directions. "Apart from studio tours, games of pool, and cute Los Angeles guys?" She asks with a giggle. "I had never been before. I mean, I've been here before, but never long enough to actually see anything. Although, I have to tell you, it's not what I expected. On my way to the studio, I-- You're stripes, one of the striped balls just went in-- walked by Big Ben, and it's really not that big at all. Highly disappointing." She gives a small frown, as if she were really upset over the size of Big Ben, and then shrug, giving him a grin as she waits for Koda to set up his next shot.

Sara laughs, seeing how her attempt to compliment Koda on his attractive looks really just made her seem dumb. "Oh, you know how you Los Angeles boys are. You're never actually in the city when I want to look at you," she jokes as she watches the table, trying to figure out what her best first shot should be. "No, honestly, it was very disappointing. Now I'm afraid I'll get excited to go to the Tower of London to see the crown jewels, and find out that they're just pieces of rock or plastic stones or something..." She giggles a little. "I have a lot of trust issues because of Big Ben now." When Koda finishes with her shot, she lines up her's. "What do I get up to? Um... lately I've been going to a lot of concerts around the beach. I love going and hearing local bands. They're different than, you know, big concerts. A lot of times I feel like big names are just up on stage for the money. Local bands do it because they love it. I like that." She sinks one of the solid balls, and then lines up a shot for another one. "When it's nice enough, I like to be on the beach, though. A friend of mine taught me how to surf last summer, so I can't wait to start doing that again." She barely misses her shot by half of an inch. "Damn... your turn."

Koda surprises Sara when he suddenly puts his arms around her and pulls her in, taking a picture. She took one look at it and knew that it was one of the worst candid shots she thought anybody had ever taken of her - but she really didn't care. She could already tell that this was going to be her and Koda's friendship anyway. "I'll give you my number... but you have to promise to delete that picture. I look so fucking bad in it," Sara says back with a laugh, grabbing a napkin and a pen from the bar and writing her number down on it, and then hands it to him. "Don't go share that around with any of your buddies. You're the only person I'll take awkwardly horrible pictures with, okay?" She winks.

"You know, I definitely might have seen you. I knew you looked familiar, but I wasn't sure where I knew you from yet. That's definitely possible." Sara smiles. "Well, now when you come back to Los Angeles, you'll be a big shot and all the hipsters will be like, 'I saw him play before he was big!'" She smiles and watches the table as he takes another shot. "I'm not a great teacher, but if you want to be patient with me, I bet I could teach you how to swim. You look like the type of guy who needs to know how to surf, so." She giggles. Koda did kind of look like the surfer type. She was surprised that he didn't already know how. Sara lines up her shot on the table, hitting Koda's striped ball into the pocket first before bouncing it off the corner of the pocket and hitting one of her balls in as well. "You're welcome," she tells him with a grin as she stands up, letting him have his turn.

Sara hooks pinkies with Koda, giving him a dubious smile. "I don't trust you, but okay... I swear, though, if I ever see that picture anywhere else, I'll punch you." She winks and giggles. She was hardly threatening, standing at 5'5" and maybe weighing 120 pounds, but she could sure act like she was scary. "'21st Century, baby!' says the guy who just made me a pinkie promise. I hardly think I'm the one that's out-of-date, Mr. Koda," she says back, leaning on her pool cue as she talks to him. "You know, just for that, I'm going to wear a full wet-suit when I teach you how to surf," she tells him, grinning and shaking her head. In truth, although it made her blush, she was kind of enjoyed Koda hitting on her like this. It had been a long time since anybody did - at least anybody that she was interested in as well. But she was excited, knowing that she would definitely be seeing Koda later, after they both got back from London. "So when do you head back to LA?" She asks as she lines up a shot, sinking two balls at once, and then missing her second shot.

Sara holds up her fists that she's getting ready to fight Koda, and then laughs. Even she could see how embarrassingly nonthreatening she was. She watches him line up his shot, and miss, giving her full control of the table. She bites her lip, loving the idea of winning but not wanting the game to end so soon. "No, I get it. Pinkie promises are legit. But they're just as legit as my 'number-on-napkin' routine. Plus, isn't it awesome when you're taking stuff out of your jeans, and you find some money that you forgot you had? Well, now you're going to find that napkin. And it's better than money." She wink and giggles, lining up one of her shots and sinking it. "Hmm... it's tight-fitting. It might be better than the bikini," she says back about the wetsuit, grinning. "But it's an ugly color." She sinks another shot, leaving just the eight ball left for her. "I was thinking that I would hang around for a few days, and then head back home maybe Wednesday... but I bet I could change it to Friday..." She shrugs, leaving an open-ended invitation to Koda if he wanted her to stay so they could hang out more.

Sara grins. "Of course I'm right. I'm the queen of the number-on-napkin routine. Don't question my reign," She lines up her shot on the eight ball as she speaks, trying to find the perfect angle to sink the ball. "Yeah, I don't know if it's getting hot in here because all this talk of my mint green wetsuit, or the fact that I keep having to lean over this table to reach the cue ball, but something's making it hot." She agrees with a laugh. She, in no way, found herself attractive, so usually she got a little awkward when make would tell her how attractive she was, but something about the joking way that Koda approached it made her much more comfortable with it. "I promise that the green color is so blinding that you won't even notice that there's a body underneath it. That's how ugly it is." She finds her angle and shoots it, making the eight ball into the corner right pocket. "That's game. Good job. I should have warned you that I'm awesome at pool." She winks at Koda as she goes to put up on pool cue on the wall. "Yeah, that'd be awesome. I think I'd have more fun looking around London with you than I would be just walking around on my own anyway."