Sober Sasha feared Jimmy returning for her, in the back of her mind. She hoped that, given their financial situation when she'd left, that he wouldn't be able to afford to come to England, but she wouldn't really put it past him to come try to drag her back to him. She didn't know what he would think that would accomplish, because she had magic and he didn't, but if he still viewed her as his property, then it was a possibility. She didn't really fear for herself anymore, not now that she was home. She feared what her father would do if Jimmy showed his face anywhere near England.
Drunk Sasha didn't want to think about him at all. Drunk Sasha wanted to either keep drinking until she blacked out, or go home and sleep it off. No, not home. Joe was at home, and maybe Ric, and she'd have to explain herself. She'd have to tell them what had happened. Drunk Sasha did not want to go home at all.
She shook her head, causing her to lose her balance and stumble into Nikolai; she grabbed his shoulder to brace herself, and thought about how nice that shoulder was. Or maybe she said it out loud, she wasn't really sure. What she did say on purpose was, "Nope, leaving. You have a place right? Let's go there." Because the house of a virtual stranger that she liked was better than home. This time.