What's This Place? (open)

She glanced over at Rai. "Pie? Do I even want to know?"

She glanced at Ren.

"I like pie."

She really did like pie.

"I'm fairly certain that 'pie' is a euphemism for sex with him."

"If I think about that, I might lose my nerve."

She chuckled, reaching out to gently touch Rai's hand. "It's okay, I'll protect you from the evils of whipped cream."

There was a brief pause, because honestly, she had not thought of that. She blinked in surprise and reached for her keys, and the napkin that had the address on it.

"Your brain went somewhere that mine didn't, and now I'm all a-twitter at the thoughts of whipped cream."

She turned her hand over, offering it to Ren as she smiled.

"Shall we, then?"

Ren clasped the beautiful woman's hand. "Lead the way."

She started making her way back out of the club, and asked the question that she normally did in these sorts of situations...

"My car or yours?"

"Yours." Shocking answer, really.

She didn't look shocked. She just grinned and unlocked the car. This time, though, she slid behind the wheel instead of offering to let Ren drive. Proof that she was distracted, really.

"Well, this will be interesting, at any rate."

"It will be." She said as she slipped into the passenger seat. Once situated she removed her phone. She sent a quick text to someone asking them to pick up her vehicle for her.

She glanced over at Ren as she started to drive.

"Hey, can you send a text message to you-know-who and tell him I'll be late getting home?"

"You got it." She sent the second text.

She turned to the Brujah with a smile.

"Thanks, love."