Her ears perked up and her head turned to look at the mess. A fight, maybe things were picking up after all. A small pout pulled at her lower lip as it was oh so quickly defused. Well where was the fun in that? She thought the bouncers here were slower. That there'd be at least a chance to really let loose. Well, not really, after all that whole 'oops I killed a human' thing never went over well. As the man was escorted out she turned back to her drink. At this rate she'd be making her own fun tonight. Which just was not as much fun.
Around half way through the beer she motioned for two fingers of scotch. The beer was just not cutting it. No way this was going to take the edge off. Her shoulders rolled again, she knew it wasn't an itch, exactly. She hadn't started sweating, the dancing should help with that, but her skin was on fire. Even the slightest breeze from people walking past almost hurt. It wasn't enough to be a touch but more then enough to remind her how sensitive she was to everything. Every touch, every sound, every scent.
So she closed her eyes and breathed it in when someone came up to sit down next to her. Oh he had the unmistakeable scent of man, but more. He wasn't quite the same as other men. He didn't smell of desperation, of need, even if he was making the rounds he wasn't one to stoop to desperation. Her eyes opened and she turned in her seat, pulled her arm behind her to rest on the back rest. Made no secret of looking him up and down. "Straight forward, but not crass. I like it."
She smiled slowly, "Would like it better if you could do crass, but we'll start with a dance. See if you can keep up blue eyes." Downing the last of her shot she slipped from the sea and headed for the dance floor.