was where it all began, wasn't it? 

This was like a routine now. Sometimes, when she was clearly not in the mood to refuse any company, she'd let herself be dragged to a club. Simple laughter of people she now considered her friends making it impossible to not feel light as she let her footsteps fall in sync with theirs. She'd join in the conversation, trapped in this thing that she had to do to survive. Mingle. 

"You've changed." One of them let out when they were finally past the doors of the club chosen for the night and Sash knew what they meant without having to ask them. Everyone knew, everyone who caught the words and gave her a meaningful look at least. Shed opened up, was what she'd done. Change wasn't the word but she gave a shrug.

"Gotta grow and evolve or yo'know, just like in a fight it gets boring and you end up the loser." Because if you did not evolve, if you did to change, grow stronger ,opened up more possibilities and left behind your weaknesses, grew too stubborn to break some limits, then you ended up always using the same techniques and your opponent would always know what waited for him. Know where to hit to hut, know where to hit to put you down. 

She hated being down. 

Her thoughts were cut short with another bust of laughter, and she tsked, tongue poking slightly against the corner of her mouth, letting the arm that was slung around her shoulders tug her down in a headlock. She pulled when his hands made to pull her hood off and mess with her hair.

"Hands off, I washed it and brushed it tonight."

"Why? Trynna look good for someone?" 

Another tsking sound, a disbelieving stare and a roll of her eyes asshe shoved him away from ehr side so she could slide in the booth before he could. "Like hell." 

But truly, when was the last time she'd dne that? Try to look good for someone? she couldn't remmebe. Her first time had been when she was fifteen, putting on her best clothes, making the best out of her first date, being bold, being coy, getting her first kiss and then literally falling out of all of it once they'd been in the sheets and out of them.

It'd been awfully dull afterwards. 

The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth, she refused to settle down for this reason. She ran away for this reason, through the years , trying to keep a relationship was like trying to stay still under the icy jet of a shower. There was no way. It just made her run away, not because she was scared. She just did not want ot ocmmit. It always ended up dull.

Tasteless, too used, or not used enough. Too many fights or not enough fights. Never right enough, never wrong enough. She rose from her seat and leaned over her neighbour's legs to get to the other side, laughing a little when she felt his hand give a firm slap to her behind. The back of her feet hitting his shin in retaliation once she was out and standing.

"Bathroom." She explained to one of them when he looked up at her with a questioning look, having to shout over the music that was now clearly going to hurt her ears for quite awhile. It was half a lie, half not. She was heading for the bathroom, but she'd take a smoke break first. So her steps were more directed towards an exit and her eyes searching for the sign that would lead her there.

She might have been a bit too distracted though, to catch the sight of too many bodies coming at once towards her. Clubs were such a hassle to walk through sometimes. She hissed lightly, but then clearly shoved away whoever had just bumped against her side, purposefully or not did not matter.