This was the entirely LAST thing that she needed, to be around this man, this man who exuded so many of the same exact things that her father had, especially on a night when it was ridiculously hard to forget about him and even harder to stay focused because of the haze the alcohol had left her with.
Still, it was good to see him, and even better since he had fixed a problem that she herself could not fix. She felt ashamed as his arm wrapped protectively around her, her face pressing against his chest as he threw a glance in the direction of her pursuer. She just wanted him to go, to leave, to forget about her and forget about the way she danced and whatever things she might have said or otherwise done that she thought nothing much about.
When he relaxed, as much as she could tell that he ever did, and pulled back to speak with her, she relaxed as well because it meant that it was over. "No." She whispered. Injured, no, but she wasn't okay in all the other ways that a girl could be not okay, or some of the ways at least. "Am I going to be in trouble?" She asked, looking up at him with those soft blues, her lips forming into a small pout. It was obvious she had been drinking, was probably more than a tiny bit drunk, which wasn't kosher, or at least she didn't think that it was.