The past two months had seen some pretty deep lows for the newest Tremere child. Growling at a Gangrel, lying to his mentor, almost frenzying in the middle of a crowded club, showing weakness to an angry Tremere Elder. All good stuff, all reasons he'd been grounded. Rhys had let himself get too carried away and had learned some of the more painful lessons. On top of it all, Amadeus had not been joking about killing him without a thought if it needed to be done. The thought of being abandoned, again, only to end up dead this time was a powerful deterrent against further... dumbassery.
Even with all of that, he had found yet another fresh chance come out of nowhere in the form of his mentor's child, Mab. A chance to actually prove himself instead of just chattering on about it. Their lesson might get him in trouble in the future, or not, but he found himself trusting her.
Of course, that trust might have been a bit too strong as he allowed her to convince him to once again leave Henry's haven behind. This time, it wasn't a lesson in feeding and possibly finding the right Thaumaturgy path. It was a lesson in becoming more social, coming out of his shell, not being so introverted. Maybe, if he had known that from the absolute start, he would have probably refused. The dressing up more thing should have been a huge clue... Of course, the thought of Tristian banning him from clubs was something that floated around in his attention, but which club that was, he still didn't know.
Of course, if he had a heartbeat, it would have been slamming in his chest right about now, especially with the fact that Mab was no longer where he could see her. Well damn. She had ditched him with his idea of a horrible nightmare - except he couldn't wake up from this one. He'd gone to the bar to grab himself something to drink, something he had actually been able to do, and when he turned around? No more goth lady. Gee, great.
Panic started to wrap around his throat but he managed to get it swallowed down. All he had to do was move around the crowd, not get sucked in, and make it to the door. Simple, right? At least he'd finished his drink and given the glass back to the bartender.