I'm dancing on my own

It was a month or so since she and Ryan had started going out. Trying to make it work with her constant compulsions to do something that might jeopardise it. It was hard because she was so afraid of doing something stupid that would ruin it, remembering just how it had happened with her and Aleks. But she had been on her best behaviour, switching out her impromptu trips to London where she would fall into the first and best guy's arms, with running in the forest, even if it had almost ended badly just a few nights ago. But with this newfound ability, she felt stronger already, which was why she had been lured outside to visit the nightclub Philotes. She hadn’t seen the harm in it, mostly because she had never before gone to bars in Athena, always afraid of meeting people that she might know—so she should be safe for one night, right?
So far so good, she had been dancing with a couple of girlfriends, she had even tried to convince Maya to join her, but something about boyfriend/girlfriend evening, which she respected, it was late after all, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t have some fun.
Laughing, she broke away from the dancefloor to get to the bar; her feet were killing her from wearing these insane high heels; she pushed half of her body over the bar to get the bartender's attention. “Could I get some water, please?” she said with a giant smile; she felt free—or that was until she felt a presence that made it run cold down her spine. Fuck. She tried to keep her eyes stiff in front of herself. Hopefully, he wouldn’t spot her or want to talk with her—Dear god, she hoped he wouldn’t.

Attire: Link
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One thing that didn't matter to Timothy was time and place, he lived to celebrate and he could make the most out of every situation. He wasn't bound to anything or anyone, one good thing he had learned from his mother. Timothy could as easily have stayed back at the casino, spent his hours there tormenting Kailani and the others- but no, with everything that had happened there, he made a greater distance between them. The last thing they needed was him getting the temptation to argument the anger within them to explode out and burn something down.

Timothy walked from the dance floor further towards the bar area to get another round, his tab was open after all. The pretty lady next to him ordered some what was that water? "Try a vodka soda instead," he hummed moving closer towards her, "on me," he chuckled a little as the bartender placed his drink in front of him. He lifted up his glass taking a sip, then turning his front towards the blonde beauty in front of him. It was easy, way to easy to tilt his head and loosen up for the emotions and moods she resisted so much. There had to be reason why she was out here, seeking the limits of her own resistance - there was no need to trade the waters so careful, so he pushed to it, just a little bit at first at least.

“I—” she folded her lips and turned to look at the man standing beside her; a soft exhale left her, and she already knew that this was going in a direction that she hadn’t been prepared for. It only took a short period of her weighing her options, and she had been so close to running out the door and calling Ryan to tell him to come and pick her up.  
But before she could even get that thought to spring into action, it was like someone took her emotions and flipped them around. Not that the young woman easily recognised it. It was just enough for a smile to curl over her lips, and she then nodded with a slight chuckle, her fingers pushing some of her hair behind her ear “thank you, you didn’t have to”, she giggled, looking down at her fingers that were adorned with rings.
“Georgia”, she introduces herself, walking over and raising her hand to shake his, the night's second biggest mistake. The first one being that she had gone out in the first place. But she was nothing more than an evolved human that had only once met an incubus, and he had always been very aware of how he had been treating Georgia.