"Come on, come with me?" She begged, sitting down on the edge of her bed in an attempt to get her boyfriend to crawl out of it and get dressed. She was restless, desiring nothing short of a night out of the pack house. She knew, deep down, that Kato was far too much of a homebody to get up and go to a club with her. She did know that, even if she hated to admit it. She wanted eyes on her. Wanted that feeling of the music bursting in her chest. The feel of bodies pressed against hers as she drank her way to a good time. Still, she wanted him to come with her. She hadn't danced with him since that night in Africa at the bonfire, and she had enjoyed that moment so much. She had to admit that she was ridiculously annoyed when he refused, and hardly spoke to him at all as she'd continued to get dressed. He was her boyfriend, and yet he adamantly refused to be seen with her.
So she dressed herself in something she hoped would coax him out of the bed. The low cut tank showed off her cleavage well, and the shorts she paired with it barely came past her ass. It exposed the amount of skin she knew would drive him nuts, and still he insisted on her staying home instead of going out. No, she wanted to be seen tonight. "Fine, I'll go without you." She'd eventually muttered, throwing on a pair of heels and her leather jacket before she left the house, brushing right past Frost and the rest of her pack before she loaded herself in a taxi. She knew the best clubs were in the Northern part of town, and that's where she directed the driver.
The club she chose was one of the nicer ones in town, one that she'd visited once before and had found the vampire that she'd flirted with for the evening. She still remembered that night with nothing but fondness. It was that memory alone that had her picking that club. Handing a wad of bills to the taxi driver, the brunette got out of the taxi and walked right up to the bouncer. She waited patiently as he checked her ID before she brushed into the club. Ah, the thumping of the music in her chest was enough to make her feel at home.
Truly, she wanted to pull herself to the dance floor immediately and get lost in it, but she knew it would be so much better with the alcohol in her system. It was that alone that had her heading straight to the bar, pushing her way to the front before she ordered her drink. She handed her card over to the bartender. "Open a tab," She commented before she moved to take her drink, leaning against the bar next to the blonde woman. Truly, she hardly paid attention to the woman. After all, her attention was more on the boys in the club than the girls.
If her boyfriend wouldn't pay attention to her, she'd get attention somehow.