Indie glanced over at the door and nodded a little, signifying that yeah, it was probably a good idea to step someplace a but quieter than where they were. And really, Indie wasn't doing anything more than just watching and killing time anyhow. She had no idea where Blues had gone off to, but it didn't matter because they'd meet up at the hotel later that night and it's be fine. Taking Jazz by the arm, she took the other woman's cue and led her through the room and into someplace a little quieter and where they wouldn't disturb those trying to listen to the music.
It was a few moments, once they were in the other room, before Indie could think to answer the question. "I come here all the time," she answered, pushing a bit of hair from her face again, a nervous tick. "To get away from the city, to be able to think more clearly... You know how suffocating it is there." She glanced down at the drink in her hand, almost as bright pink as her hair, and shrugged. "I had to get out. I was sick of looking at all of the happy couples being happy and... couple-y. I didn't expect Blues to want to come with me though. I don't... I don't know. He's a wanderer and I despise convention and it's doomed for failure and I'm sure he doesn't want me like that anyhow so I must be a masochist for telling him he can come along, because every time I look at him I'm reminded that I'm never going to have what everyone else has. Some of us can couple well will others... I'm not one of them. Things were better when it was just Evan and I and no one else."