She is his opposite when it comes to their regards to fate, he so familiar with the ties that bound them all and led them to their destinations, while she chose to believe she had some choice in the matter. It meant she had to take ownership of the many mistakes she had made, sure, but perhaps one day if she managed to find some piece of happiness or even contentment then she could claim ownership of that too. If she had his abilities it might have not been so clear cut in the girl's head, but until she had reason to believe otherwise she would stick with what she knew. Still his charming grin and delicious accent made the notion more favorable in the current situation, and she felt no need to object to the suggestion that there was more at work here than just the two of them, as much of a lie though it may be. "I do so hate to be rude." Her soft voice attempted to dance sardonically in reply, the thickness of her southern accent perhaps twanging more than was typical as wayward thoughts of her upbringing dared attempt to surface.

Happy to let them fade away however she can't help but feel the pressure of his gaze upon her, fighting the urge to shrink beneath it unless he were to uncover something she was not sure she wanted him to see. She is a different creature than she was the last time they had met, the world having many harsh lessons to teach a young woman who stepped too far out into it unprepared as she had been. And while the tempting possibility of losing herself in him was all too real she held herself back still. The way her name seemed to roll off his lips however was near enough to break her resolve, not enough to tear down the walls she had so recently erected but perhaps allow her to slip outside of them if only for a little while. "If only, Sebastian, if only..." She murmured her response quietly, unsure if he would hear it or not amongst the din of the city nightlife and yet the soft smile that pulled at her lips would me information enough for him. Still she refrains, even as she has watched him move closer with veiled wariness behind her hazel eyes. Too much has happened, too many new reasons for her to be more cautious than ever which had her thoughts pulled from the haze that Sebastian's presence could so easily bring and pulling her attention to the dark figures behind him.

It was only a momentary distraction, their presence so quickly explained and brushed off all in one smooth motion that she was sure only the suave vampire could have pulled off so flawlessly. It left her with many questions, and yet they all died on her lips with the sudden appearance of his hand before her. Her reaction to it is both abrupt and instinctual, momentarily breaking her concentration as her pale eyes sought to refocus on him, pulling herself from the recent memories that threatened to ruin it all. There was little doubt in her mind that he had noticed her reaction, and yet that he chooses not to mention it only pulls her deeper into the game they seem to so easily play. A game of half-truths which allowed them to pretend if only for a little while that things weren't the way they are. An escape.

The cool reassurance she finds in his gaze, the calm encouragement in the smile that dances so easily across his lips, but mostly the way that hand hung so patiently in the air between them had her moving toward him once more. As her long fingers entertained around his she pushes away how different it was from the rough hands she had felt last, focusing on the delicious difference in their temperatures and the playful lilt of his voice as he was more than willing to lead her down the dark streets with ease. She paid little attention to where they are going, her mind remaining focused on the gentle grip he held on her, watching the way he scanned their surroundings with such familiarity, and telling herself that a night of forgetting would be good for her.

Not until they came to a pause in front of a building did her gaze shift to their surroundings, their entrance swift and easy with no questions asked, and then they were within the soft darkness of the club's interior. It was one she had not been to before during her time in the city, but no different than most. The dimly lit interior perfect for losing oneself in the allure of things better not said under the bright light of day, it allowed you to believe things were different than they are which was perfectly suited for the would-be couple. Her eyes catch the muted lights from overhead as they look back to him, his words almost lost among the noise of others in the room which had her leaning toward him; perhaps that had been the intention all along. Staying close to him she turned to eye the bar, the multitude of options laid out before her as she scanned the various bottles that all promised the same thing. "Whiskey,"she said, turning back to him, leaning in to make sure he heard her clearly, "neat."

She needed a strong drink, and this was one she had grown up on below the bible belt. First taking turns stealing sips from parents liquor cabinets with her friends, and while she had never turned into the cocktail and martini type little could do more to settle her into the sweet forgetfulness of alcohol than bourbon. "And yourself?" Her words were eager, the were more than ready to embrace the appeal of liquor if only to stop second guessing herself and half eyeing the door. Willing as she is to be lost in the embrace of their ever changing game not for the first time she had to wonder if it was the best idea.