His words brings the woman's attention back to him, her smile stretched across her features as she giggles at him. It only made sense they would check her of any weapons and perhaps sober Miya would have been nervous, her drunken state had left her inhibitions at the bar. Still, she slides into the backseat, the leather cool against her legs as the world spins slightly around her. Chocolate eyes dart to Dareios, a grin stretched across her lips, "Oh! I guess I should probably tell you I have pepper spray in my bag," she gestures lazily to her messenger bag, "I've only had to use it once, it didn't work well though. Apparently, vampires heal super fast," she giggles at him, that fear washed away by that alcohol. Jutting out her lower lip, she then turns to him and pouts at his next set of words, "Well that just seems silly! As mayor you should be able to do whatever you want!" She exclaims, perhaps a touch too loud in the confines of the vehicle.

Miya is entirely oblivious to the way that Dareios slides closer to her as she's too busy looking at the lights flashing by them, laughter echoing from her lips as she points things out to the man, "Oooooh, look! That fountain is so pretty! The last time I got drunk with my friends, I accidentally fell in it. It was freezing! I had to go home with Ludo and he gave me warm clothes," she tells him the memory, her chocolate eyes wide an innocent, her carefree mind choosing not to remember the aftereffects where she promptly slapped the Italian man and left the next morning. Though, nothing had happen, it was Miya's first time getting drunk and she was positive it would never happen again. Alas, here she was. When the mayor slides his arm around her shoulders, she turns and looks up at him, hardly realizing it might have been an advance on his part, the woman still entirely unaware that Dareios might want to take this further. Instead, she grins up at him, allowing the coolness of his body to wash into her. How very hot it had become! And how very nice Dareios felt on her flushed skin!

As the pull up to his place, she slides out of the car following him, only to realize that Dareios was holding his blazer above her head so that she might now get wet. "Thank you," she beams up at him as she walks along the sidewalk, the gate being opened for them as they casually stroll through the team. Miya hardly blinks at all the people, her drunken mind too focused on more wine and pasta. As the man swears she isn't a terrorist, she can't help but laugh, slapping a hand over her mouth to contain her giggles. It isn't long before they enter the house, the blazer disappearing from her head and Miya drops her messenger bag in the entryway. Her jacket soon follows before she's trailing after Dareios through the house, her chocolate eyes absorbing everything in the large house. She ohs and ahs at somethings, though she's aware enough to not touch anything. Though, she's entirely captivated by his beautifully decorated house, she's almost startled when he asks if she wants more wine.

Turning around, she smiles at him, her head nodding quickly, "You have a cellar? I thought only rich people only had cellars!" She exclaims, but as her drunken mind turns over her words, she pouts briefly before a wry smile touches her lips, "Oh, I mean I guess you probably do have a lot of money. You are the mayor after all," she giggles at her mistake, her cheeks flushing with minor embarrassment as she moves closer to him. "I would love to pick a bottle, although, I think I might need help. I still don't know anything about wine," she grins up at him, realizing she had come far closer to him than she had intended.

Miyako Aiken