@grinningdevils event starter: closed for dylan
Avoiding Dylan was no longer priority number one - though, maybe it never had been. He'd been the first one she sought out, even if running into him at the club all those weeks ago might have set that in motion. Even now, despite the discomfort, he was still one of the only people from her past she felt she could breathe around. And maybe, maybe the on the nose nostalgia of the carnival itself forced her hand, but by the time she'd ordered the two drinks and found her way over to him, there was no way she could turn back. "Truce?" She spoke from a few feet away, still not entirely certain if she could actually talk to him without it falling into a sparring match in trying to land a deeper, more painful blow. "-- Think your date would mind if I stole your attention long enough to share a drink?"
