“Yeah,” Helena nodded back, missing the changing look in Dylan’s eyes, “though I seem to have lost them.”

Dylan smirked at her and stated, “I’m here with friends, but we can get a table, if you want?”

“Oh, no,” Helena tried to insist, but Dylan soon interrupted with a quick ‘they won’t mind’. “You sure?” She asked, feeling like she was stealing the other woman from an arranged night out. 

Dylan nodded, “Of course,” and then to the woman behind the bar who handed over the two drinks, “thank you.” She handed one to Helena, who thanked her for the drink, and the two made their way towards the seating area. Still unable to find her brother and Peter, Helena took a seat and a quick sip from her glass, thankful that Dylan had found her so that she wouldn’t have had to bear the crowds to find them. “So,” Dylan began, dragging Helena from her thoughts, “what brings you to L.A? I don’t think I ever asked.”

Licking the alcohol from her lips, Helena shrugged a little and replied back, easier than she though she ever could, “Nasty divorce… we all needed a break, I think.”

Dylan nodded in understanding, assuming from the look on Helena’s face that her husband was guilty of something or another, and commented, “Men are pigs…though women aren’t always much better.” Helena smirked at her statement and a strange feeling settled in her stomach. It was easy for her to shrug the feeling off, however, or at least try and ignore it, and the two settled into an easy conversation. 

A few drinks later, Dylan downed the remnants of her glass and placed it down on the table before her. She shot Helena a peculiar look, causing the Brit to stare at her with a slight smile of curiosity, and finally asked, “Come dance with me?” Grinning, Helena finished her own drink and placed it down beside the other, head harbouring a buzzing sensation, and agreed. 

It was easy to find a space on the dance floor, a familiar song welcoming their friendly dancing, though soon enough Helena found Dylan purposefully bumping hips with her and smirking at the look on her face. Letting out a laugh, the Brit followed suit, their dancing becoming playful and possibly just a little provocative. Their bodies close, Dylan slipped her arms around Helena’s waist, pulling her into her hips, and the Brit gladly wrapped her arms around the Californian’s shoulders, moving together to the almost deafening beat.