It was easy enough to do. She wasn't an unattractive woman. In fact, she'd been told on several separate occasions by quite a few different people that she was pretty; beautiful even. So yes, it was easy enough to do.

The timing wasn't particularly brilliant, but then again, she wasn't particularly thinking about the timing. She had been thinking about Tequila shots, and whether or not she should have worn heels, and if she should have told somebody where she was going instead of just 'out', and she was thinking about her life.

Or rather, the life she was never going to have. Not now. There had been an underlying air of hope and possibility before, with the pokeball...sphere...bane of her existence. Both their existences if she were to be completely honest. Not able to touch, and never alone. The anger had dissipated though, the last case they had worked together. The disappointment, and sadness that Helena couldn't bear in Myka's eyes, was still there but the anger was gone then. And that was a long time ago now, almost a year.

But now. Now there was nothing. No sphere, no mentions, no file access. That was something she had had Claudia look into almost immediately. Everything, anything she could think of that could possibly be cross referenced and related to HG Wells was checked. Nothing came up. If Claudia couldn't find it, it truly didn't exist.

After a few weeks, the fear, and the sadness turned into anger. Mostly towards the regents, a little towards herself. That's when it happened. Helena had been gone almost four weeks and there had been no mention of her whatsoever. She and Claudia had been out together and a woman had body checked her. Body checked her, smiled, and winked. Myka felt momentarily flattered and then the anger had reared its head and she felt ill. The woman looked nothing like her Helena but she had winked, and Helena had winked at her. It was as if a floodgate had been opened, and Myka had prepared herself for tears, but instead, she just wanted everything that was as opposite to HG Wells as it was possible to be.

Everything that Helena...no, HG, she needed to be HG again now, had loved about her needed to be gone, only if for one night, she had to be someone that HG would not want. Because if she could be the anti-Myka, then for a night, she might not still be in love with Helena.

So in a bar, the only bar in Univille she was sitting watching the game, drinking Tequila, scolding herself every time she caught a woman's eye instead of a man's, every time she thought 'i should go home', every time she did anything that she was comfortable with. She downed her current tequila shot and as she was opening her mouth to ask for another, a man's voice beat her to it.

"Do you mind?" He asked her after he had already paid for her shot.

YES! Myka wanted to scream, yes I fucking mind, but she didn't say that. She smiled at him, and shook her head. Clinked her shot glass on his and swallowed the liquid. She watched him as he did the same. He pulled a face as it burnt his throat, clearly his first shot of the night...probably his first shot in a while, Myka was observing again. She closed her eyes to make it stop and when she opened them again he was looking at her, not with concern in his eyes, but lust. Myka knew then, that her plan would work. In some way she felt that sleeping with this guy, would be getting back at HG for leaving, doing something reckless would be getting back at the regents because she was their 'perfect agent', and it was getting back at herself for being stupid enough to fall in love with HG Wells in the first place.

"Another?" Myka asked this time, and the man, whose name she hadn't asked, and he hadn't offered and she didn't really want to know right now anyway because what if it began with an H, or and S? That was a little too close for comfort, and she'd have to restart the whole plan.

"Yeah." He nodded and signalled the bartender. "Joe." He said clearly meaning himself.

"Myka." There was no point in lying about her name. She was lying about everything else, she needed her name for it to still feel real.

There were more tequila shots, and lights got brighter, and sounds got duller, and feelings stopped feeling so much. It was getting late. Myka was laughing at something that Joe had said...she couldn't remember what, and that made her laugh even harder, she had an eidetic memory and she couldn't remember. He asked her what was so funny and she contemplated explaining it to him, and instead she kissed him. He didn't hesitate, just kissed her back, and in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't a fantastic kiss, there wasn't fantastic chemistry between them. Had she been Myka-proper she would have dismissed him with half a glance, but now...now she wanted the one thing that Helena would hate her for.

Helena had been with a lot of people. 'Many' was the term she used. Myka took that to mean more than she cared to elaborate upon, more than Myka, more than Pete probably. But Helena was picky. They were only the smartest of men, and the most beautiful, most unattainable of women. The men were easy for Helena, their wives were unappreciative of their creative madness, and Helena thrived on it. The women were a puzzle, a...a game of sorts but one that she enjoyed winning fairly. She would never be underhanded or deceitful with a woman. After all there was a reason that Charles had supported the suffragettes.

Myka stopped kissing Joe so that she could breathe. To let herself quickly gather the reasons she was doing this. She imagined that Helena – HG, Dammit! – were in the bar, could see them together, or that she was waiting for her at home and that she would know. That she was doing this to hurt them. Hurt the regents, hurt her (now non-existent) relationship with Helena, hurt Helena. Hurt herself.

Joe had barely finished asking her if she wanted to go back to his place before she grabbing onto his arm and breathing 'yes' into his ear.