There was a sharp sting in her eyes as his words pricked tears. Well, excuse her for trying to have a good time! She had never been so sorry to be related to him in her entire life!
She took a deep breath, plucking her belongings from the bar counter. Quite suddenly, she was no longer in the mood to attend the party... Part of her knew he was right -- in some ways. But he had been such an indescribable jerk...
The smile she flashed the bartender was shaky at best. Without a word further, she hurried in his footsteps...but only because the door happened to be that way.
She didn't feel as sexy leaving the Cult as she had going in... She felt silly and self-conscious, and nothing sounded so good as to curl up in bed to sob.