Gwen's eyes snapped open again at the sound of his voice before she glanced at him, annoyed.
"What do you want?" Deflecting his question with another question of her own. She adjusted her coat, her gloves, a reflex action to being near someone else. Seeing him always confused her, at one time her best friend, now she was just so angry with him. Angry with him for leaving, for coming back without telling her, for getting himself dragged into a hell dimension. All of it.
She glanced up at the neon sign of the club entrance, a tacky flashing light of bright red, with a bitter smirk.