Mary: "Hey, I think I'm going to go sit down for a few minutes. I don't think I should have had that third shot."
Emily: "We can go home if you need to. I'm starting to get exhausted."
Mary: "You know what, that's a fantastic idea."
Emily: "Just let me use the restroom really quick. Want me to just meet you at the car?"
Mary: "Yes. Fresh air good."

Emily smiled as Mary turned without hesitation and left the club without so much as a backward look. A cursory glance at the women's restroom showed a line to have formed, as though every female in the club had simultaneously heard the call of nature. She made sure no one was watching before jumping over the barrier to the stairway that lead to the loft, stealthily climbing the stairs without notice.

She was shocked find the area had been gutted and was currently being used for little more than storage. There were no lights on, but enough ambient light from downstairs was making its way to the area that Emily had little trouble navigating her way to the restrooms on the far end.

It was almost eerie being there again, as if the small room was haunted by mistakes made only a short time ago. The ribbons of scars down her forearms seemed to glow in the fluorescent light of the tiny bathroom, making her instantly wish she'd chosen a different outfit. She knew there was no point in wishing things had happened differently, but she still found herself caught off guard by a wave of regret. She washed up quickly, desperate to leave as fast as she could.

Andy: "You look so beautiful tonight, angel."

Emily froze, slowly turning toward the unmistakable voice and straining her eyes against the darkness.

Emily: "Andrew."
Andy: "Did you get the flowers I sent?"
Emily: "I threw them all away. Why are you dressed like that? You look ridiculous."
Andy: "There's no need to be cruel."
Emily: "I'm being cruel? Very funny."

Emily moved toward the stairs only to find her path instantly blocked.

Emily: "If you're trying to scare me, it's not going to work. I'm not afraid of you."
Andy: "Why would I try to scare you? I just want to make sure you're safe; it's dangerous here."
Emily: "What? At the club?"
Andy: "In this town."

Emily: "I hate to shatter your illusions, but we don't exactly live in Detroit."
Andy: "No, Detroit isn't as scary."
Emily: "You're completely cracked, Andrew. Now if you don't mind, I'm going home."
Andy: "We need to talk."

Emily: "Talk? About what?"
Andy: "I want you back."
Emily: "How wonderful for you. I don't want anything to do with you. Good night."
Andy: "It wasn't supposed to happen like it did. Look at what you did to yourself, and yet all those scars just add to your allure."

Emily: "And just how was it supposed to happen? Actually, never mind, don't answer that. This is so 'soap opera'-I can't believe I'm still talking to you."
Andy: "Deep down you know you want to work through this, that things can be like they used to be."
Emily: "What the hell? Did you conveniently forget what you did to me? Why would I want to go back to someone who's even capable of thinking of doing that to another human being? No way. Not in this lifetime or any other. You fucked up, deal with it."

Emily made to head for the stairs but was stopped when Andy grabbed her arm.

Andy: "Don't go."
Emily: "If you don't let go of my arm, I will hurt you."
Andy: "Do you think I don't already hurt enough as it is? I see you nearly every day and it kills me that you're not mine."
Emily: "Oh good, now you're stalking me. I'm so sorry you threw out your prized possession and can't get it back. You disgust me, Andrew."

For a brief moment Emily saw white-hot rage flame across the surface of his eyes, and for the first time was honestly terrified to be alone with him. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the fire was gone and he released his grip on her arm, stepping out of her way.

Andy: "I will have you back, Emily. One way or another."
Emily: "I really hope you fired the guy you have writing your lines. They're horribly clichéd."

Emily walked away without waiting for a response, heading down the stairway as nonchalantly as she could manage. She hardly gave James and Tristan a passing glance as she walked by their table, afraid that if she stopped walking her legs would give out. Within moments she was sliding into the driver's side of Mary's car where her friend sat waiting.

Mary: "Long line?"
Emily: "Yeah. The crazies are out in droves tonight."
Mary: "Let's go home."
Emily: "Gladly."