This was weird. Too weird. Mary was...propositioning her? Evonne struggled to keep her face calm and not give herself away. It wasn't easy. She looked Mary over - was that the wrong thing to do? Mary looked kind of like...oh god, that couldn't be happening. That was ridiculous. Mary wasn't that kind of girl...was she? Would she take Evonne's glance at her low neckline the wrong way? This was way too bizzare. Evonne frantically searched her brain for a way out of this excruciatingly awkward situation.
Maybe Mary had been reading her mind - or rather, the uncomfortable look on her face - when she suggested they leave the pub. "Oui, bon. Good idea. Let's go." Evonne took Mary's hand with such fervor it could be mistaken for enthusiasm, and then lead her forcefully out of the pub. She pushed past the bodies that filled the pub, pulling Mary behind her. She knew how this looked. It didn't matter. She had to get herself and her friend out before anything else happened. Once they were outside, Evonne looked around for a safe place where they could talk without being overheard. There really was no such thing, but the best thing she could think of was to pull Mary into a nearby alley. At least this lessened their chances of being heard.
Evonne pressed the back of her hand against her head. She had been so nervous, she was starting to perspire. She let out a sigh of relief and turned back to Mary, her eyes slanted with concern.