“I’m going to get a drink,” Dylan announced to the table, the surrounding girls from which were still grinning at the joke they had just shared. Manoeuvring her way around the chairs whilst making sure not to step on anybody’s feet, Dylan made her way down the steps away from the seating area and towards the bar. It was on her way that she noticed a familiar figure. Unable to contain a steady rhythm within her chest, she paused for a second and watched as none other than Helena Peabody looked around the room. A tremor attacked her spine when the brunette glanced her way, though her eyes failed to find her and Dylan wasn’t sure if the disappointment she felt from that fact was really all that necessary. She allowed her eyes the short indulgence of roaming over her lean figure, swallowing around her closing throat when they finally settled on her tight-fitted skinny jeans, and she contemplated going over. When the Brit seemingly decided she was finished observing the room and instead headed in the general direction of the bar, however, Dylan couldn’t stop her legs from following her.

As her footsteps brought her closer to Helena, Dylan reminded herself of Andrew’s suspicions. He was a good friend, one of her closest, and she wouldn’t want to upset their friendship by getting involved with his sister. And then there was the un-ignorable fact that Helena was straight and nothing would ever come of her little crush, but something inside the Californian batted away these thoughts and, soon enough, she found herself stood directly by the British beauty. 

“I’ll have a Mojito, please,” Helena ordered, and was suddenly surprised to hear a familiar voice from beside her state that she would be paying. Turning, the Brit couldn’t contain her smile when she saw Dylan by her side. Although she had never considered Dylan to be gay, finding her in the club didn’t surprise her, though Helena was still unsure whether or not she was here because she was indeed gay or, like her, with friends. She waited until the other woman had placed her order before greeting her, “Hi…” 

“Hey,” Dylan grinned back, “I hope you don’t mind,” she vaguely gestured towards the drinks that were being prepared, and Helena shook her head thankfully. “Are you here with Andrew and Peter?” Dylan then asked, though she couldn’t help but allow her mind the slither of hope that Helena had actually come to the gay and lesbian club all by herself…