She was certain Nadya would be highly disappointed at her for her night time adventure to the west side of town. Truthfully she herself didn't know just what had drawn her here of all places, standing outside a bar in the most dangerous part of town, but she knew why she was out under the moonlight. Those memories that plagued her, those sad thoughts ravaged her mind until there was no hope for sleep. She had thought she had moved on, but it seemed like grief was her constant friend, looming never far away with a hand on her shoulder. Scarlett didn't want to wake anyone at the pack house, and she definitely didn't want to worry anyone. So once she was certain everyone had gone to bed did she slip into more street appropriate attire and sneak out through her room's window with skill that seemed like she made a habit of sneaking out. And then the Were simply began walking, the cool night air refreshing as it helped to clear her thoughts. She hadn't paid much mind to just where she was headed, but before she knew it she was long since out of the nice suburbs and into the city. The buzzing of night life, the bright lights and loud noises were a helpful distraction, and yet she still found herself in front of a bar. The idea of alcohol stealing away her thoughts for the night was tempting enough for her to put aside any apprehension and walk inside; she'd deal with the disapproval of Frost and Nadya in the morning for this late night adventure, for now she needed a drink.

Her wolf immediately recoils in disgust as she enters the noisy bar, bustling with people on a late night as it should be. Her heightened sense of smell made her detest places like this. Alcohol, too much perfume, and sweat and hormones all burned at her nostrils; and yet it was a necessary evil. This wasn't her first time at a bar, but usually when she came she never came alone and was always pulled in by the electricity to dance to the music and simply have fun. Tonight however she just wanted a drink. The small blonde woman slipped through the crowds up to the bar, having already slipped out her wallet with her ID as emerald eyes gazed for a place to sit. She stops momentarily as she eyes one of a few open, seated next to a rather disgruntled looking dark hunter. Normally she stayed clear of dark hunters, her animal instincts warning her and always putting her on edge whenever one was near since they were supernatural killers, yet there was too much on her mind to worry about whether this one was willing to make a scene or maybe follow her home to try and put a silver bullet in her. Plus, he looked a little distracted with his own things. "May I sit here?" she asked, over the sound of music so he could hear her as she pointed to the available seat next to him. Only when she was certain the seat was free to take would she slide up onto the stool.

After that simple question she made no intention of continuing a conversation with the brooding man, instead flagging down a bartender and ordering an Old Fashioned to sip on. She was never the type to go around flirting with just anyone, and she sure as hell wasn't into one night stands, so this man was safe to go back to his thoughts. Though emerald eyes did glance to him for a moment, if only out of natural curiosity to see who she was sitting next to before she went to sipping at her own drink, his presence a distant thing on her mind. Everything about the bar was drowning, and in some ways that was a good thing. The burn of alcohol down her throat was a relief to the cold thoughts in her mind, reminding her of her grandparents deaths. Maybe if she were a better granddaughter she would have been there when they passed, and yet after being bitten it was not realistic for her to stay tied down to that small country town. Scarlett needed to get out and discover herself, yet the guilt of leaving them behind weighed heavily on her shoulders.

She was shaken from her thoughts at the feeling of someone touching her. Instantly she went on the defensive, turning to the drunken man who had slipped on the other side of her and was trying to woo her with slurred words, all the while his hand danced along her thigh. She hissed in disgust, reaching to grab his hand while also trying not to make a scene. The young blonde grabbed his wrist, twisting it in a painful position underneath the bar. "Keep your hands to yourself," she growled, glaring at him, before releasing him when she was certain he would leave her alone. He grumbled out a bitch before slinking off with his tail between his legs to go harass another poor woman and leaving the seat next to her open. A light sigh left her lips as she turned back, eyeing her drink wearily as she realize she hadn't been watching it as closely as she should have. "Did you happen to see if that dude spiked my drink or not? she asked, turning to the dark hunter to see if maybe he saw anything. She wasn't so certain he did with how glazed his stare had been at the bottles behind the bar, or that he would even give a damn about a Were like her, but it was worth a shot. It was stuff like this that made her dislike bars, and why she was tempted to chug the rest of her drink, if safe, and make the long walk home.