It took a few minutes and some glares to the boys on either side of her who tried to look down her shirt but Dawn made her way to the front of line. She ordered quickly, a gin and soda (something she'd seen her sister order at the bars in Europe). She made a face at the bitter taste of it and then plowed through the taste, draining half the glass in a long sip. Dawn slipped away from the bar and made her way through the crowd again. LA sucked. So far it was seeming like the worst decision to come, nothing but bad things had been happening.
She pushed through a group of tightly knit people taking up a good portion of the walk area, all toasting each other to their dark party. The sounds of the crowd was almost comforting. Easy to lose herself in. The past couple of weeks had been nothing but books and translations, theories and more theories. She was sick of it. Sick of looking for answers that just didn't seem to exist.
Lost in her own thoughts and the pulse of the beat from the dj Dawn felt herself bump into someone. "Oh, shit... sorry," she said, loud to be heard over the music. She looked up to Seifer. "Really sorry, I usually pay better attention when I walk."