Sitting at a bar in Manhattan, Rebekah sipped her dirty martini, trying without much success to drown out the roar around her. The roar and the approving glances, that was. She'd already rebuffed more than one man on her trip to try and erase her brothers from her mind but they didn't quite seem to get the hint. As another man began persistently hitting on her, she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"How about you count to one hundred thousand and then go home and think better about bothering nice girls who only came in for some alone time," she suggested, pupils dilating. As he began counting aloud, she smirked. The rest of her drink was tossed back in a gulp, Rebekah sliding off her stool.