"You okay with being bouncer tonight?" Dev asked Jasyn, "or did you want to join the party?"

Jasyn simply sneered in response and the bear chuckled while he looked in the mirror at himself, he hadn't dressed up, simply worn a muscle shirt that displayed his bow and arrow tattoo and made his fangs lengthen. The humans wouldn't get it but the Dark-Hunters would think it was a scream and the Daimons - well, Jasyn wasn't sure if they would find it funny.

"I swear I don't know what packs New Orleans out more sometimes, Halloween or Mardi Gras," Dev muttered to himself, he flicked a look at Jasyn, "did you know, a bus load of tourists have already booked tickets to make sure they got in here tonight?"

Jasyn snorted, "stupid humans."

"Emily won't be working tonight," Dev said pointedly after a little pause, as if it was supposed to mean something to Jasyn.

"So?" Jasyn snapped belligerently.

"I thought you two were close?" Dev said casually, trying to pry without being obvious.

"She's Arcadian," Jasyn said with a warning note in his voice that told Dev to stop while he was still breathing.

"She sure is," Dev murmured and went down the stairs, leaving Jasyn standing there with his fists clenched, staring furiously after him. Jasyn had avoided having anything to do with Emily since he'd seen Sergio and her together, and just for good measure he'd kept out of the way of Sergio too, in case the guy met an unfortunate demise. All because of one scheming Arcadian hawkswan who flitted from one bird to the other. Jasyn followed Dev down the stairs and poked his head through to the bar area, the bar wasn't ready yet, Margie, Serre and Colt were still adding black and orange streamers to the ceiling and Aubert was having fun carving up Jack o lanterns.

"Excuse me, Jasyn?" Jasyn turned and saw Lucille, Remi's human mate and their adopted son, Manuel. Oh the horror! Jasyn gave the child a terrified stare, then look up at Remi horrified when he appeared behind his mate and son.

"You've dressed him as a teddy bear!" Jasyn grunted, still looking down at the kid's large brown eyes, they put him in a little furry suit with a blue velvet bow tie and a pair of bear ears, then blackened his little button nose with face paint.

"We're going trick or treating," Lucille explained as if it would make a difference to Jasyn's horrified expression, Manuel grinned at Jasyn, his milk teeth barely beginning to show.

"Tick ah eat," he gabbled in baby language and opened his little bag, Jasyn frowned and Remi laughed evilly, Jasyn looked up at him.

"Yeah, Jasyn, trick or treat?" Remi casually threw an egg up in the air and caught it, it didn't smash in his hand, Jasyn stiffened.

"We better be going," Lucille said hastily and hurried her men out the door, before the door shut Jasyn heard the cooing and laughing from Remi's family and Margie at the baby's outfit.

The door swung shut and there was more laughter and merriment coming through from the kitchen, Jasyn approached the door and saw Sergio standing in the middle of Etienne, Kyle, Cody, Max, Aimee, Justin and Zar. He was obviously telling them some type of anecdote, which was his style of humour. Admittedly he was funny most of the time; he usually exaggerated what ever happened to him to the point where it was so unbelievable it became comical. They were all laughing at him as he acted out with hand gestures and body movements what happened.

"I swear guys, this one you won't believe," Sergio cried loudly, "I mean, we all know I am a ladies man -"

The crowd gave good natured groan and Sergio pretended to be offended though his laughter belied that.

"No, ask Aimee! She has barely kept herself from succumbing to my charms, ain't that right, girl?"

Aimee pretended to swoon and Jasyn saw the tensing in her brothers even though they were still smiling.

"Anyway, yesterday I hear to my greatest concern that one of our precious number here at Sanctuary, one of Mama Lo's loyal flock, has been injured! And who is it? I ask myself, only little miss nature herself Emily McLean!"

They laughed and for the first time Jasyn noticed Emily standing behind Justin, she was sipping soda out of a cup to try and hide her smile.

"So, as you can imagine, because I am a great bird lover -" Sergio winked so mischievously at her and Emily had to hold her lips together to stop her spitting out her drink. "I think I must go to see her, to offer her the comfort of my bosom, such as it is."

Serre and Zar gave Emily mock pitying looks while the rest of the crowd wolf whistled; Sergio kept an impeccably straight face.

"I know what you guys are thinking, but take your smutty minds out of the gutter! I wanted to go to her and share with her my deepest appreciation of her. Because on those nights when I can't sleep and flip on the T.V and see her swinging about in trees and what not, I tell ya … its better then Babe station free view!"

Emily let out a disgusted cry that mixed with her laughter; the guys all jovially murmured their agreement and Emily punched Justin in the arm when he muttered something in her ear, the panther laughed heartily. Sergio quietened them with his hands, like a preacher quietening his flock at the pulpit.

"So I go to her room and sidle up to the door," Sergio went to the fridge and pretended it was the door jamb and leant against it and gyrated his hips, the crowd made disgusted noises and chuckled at his antics, even Jasyn rolled his eyes and felt his mouth twitch. "So as you can see I was showing her some stellar moves here, and she looks up from her sick bed and calls to me. Yes, my brothers, she calls to me!"

"Amen!" Etienne cried.

"That's what I said too," Sergio cried back, throwing up his hands in praise, imitating a deep southern accent, "I said amen the girl is so spaced out on drugs that she is calling me to her!"

"How she call you?" Cody said, chuckling around his cigarette.

"Sergio!" Serge put on a breathy French accent and sounded strangely like Marilyn Monroe, "Sergio, my strong hawk! Wrap your wings about me and pluck my feathers!"

Emily let out a laugh of indignation and threw a tea towel at him; he caught it and laid it over his shoulder.

"So I walk over -" he mimicked walking over seductively to the bed, "I stop. I turn to her. I tell her how much I loved watching her on T.V, I touch her fevered forehead and she beckons me closer. I lean in thinking tonight the bird may just get lucky, and deliver my line to her. By the way men, this line can only be used on hawkswan!"

Sergio leans over Aimee, whose back bows trying to lean back from him, all the while she laughs uncontrollably.

"Now this is a good line: Baby, you should be in a bucket of KFC, because you got the hot wings and the breast!"

The crowd laughed hard and shook their heads booing at Sergio, throwing plastic cups and tea towels at him.

"What?" Sergio said defensively, "what?"

"Please tell me she hit you?" Kyle said nonchalantly.

"Well, funny you should say that …" Sergio said and the men laughed even harder.

"She hit you?" Justin cried holding his stomach, "she seriously hit you?"

"Emily?" Sergio called for back up.

"I didn't hit him that hard!" Emily cried happily.

"She knocked my teeth around the back of my head!" Sergio said, "I saw birds flying around my head, I swear it was like a family reunion!"

The crowd laughed again before dispersing to go help with the decorating, Jasyn stepped back as they exited the kitchen, pulling up at the end with Aimee was Emily, she had a smile a mile wide. Jasyn wanted to hit himself for being so rash and judgemental; luckily he hadn't had the chance to do or say anything to her which may have caused irreparable damage.

Emily spotted him immediately and she let Aimee go on before turning to him, a sweet smile gracing her face just for him.

"Happy Halloween," she said, her hands behind her back as she stepped closer to him, Jasyn allowed himself to smile back at her.

"Happy Halloween," he repeated, "you seem to be enjoying yourself?"

"Sergio," she said simply, "he keeps calling me birdie one-punch and The Claw."

"Yeah, I heard you tried to murder him," Jasyn said, obviously he had heard no such thing, but he allowed her to think he'd known all along, Emily gave him a secret smile that he couldn't decipher.

She brought her arms from behind her back and stood with one hand on her hip and in the other she held an egg, she gave him a sassy smile.

"Trick or Treat?" she asked coyly and Jasyn eyed her worriedly, unlike Remi she really would egg him.

"I hope you know that egging someone is abhorrent to most hawks," Jasyn lied quickly, "it's like killing our ancestors or descendants or something."

Emily gave him a look of mock concern, "really?"

"Oh yeah."

"So do you want a treat then?"

It was the quickest hard on he'd got in his life and before he could think of anything to say he simply nodded, Emily made a commiserating face.

"I'm out of treats!"

She smashed the egg into his forehead Jasyn let out an outraged squawk then opened his eyes and to his amazement there was no gooey yolk running down his face. Emily laughed and showed him a hard boiled egg, flattened and mashed but pretty much intact, Jasyn picked a tiny piece of shell from his face.

"Boiled egg," he muttered appreciatively and Emily nodded.

"You didn't really think I would egg you, did you?"

"I have vivid memories of a water pistol in your hand, so forgive me for doubting you," Jasyn said solemnly, Emily let out a cackle and threw the egg into the bin. "You realise you've just boiled one of our relatives?"

"You are such a liar!" Emily chuckled, "Sergio did the same trick to Carson, Dev and Remi this morning!"

"Ah …" Jasyn bit his lip, realising he was caught in the lie.

"Egg on your face?"

"Shut up," Jasyn groaned good-naturedly and ruffled her hair affectionately, Emily didn't react to what he'd done but both realised it was one of the first times he'd touched her so casually and with friendly intent.

"Well, I have to get dressed," Emily said breaking the silence, "see you later."

She pranced off up the stairs and Jasyn took his place at the door, he brought his hand to his nose and inhaled, her hair was sweet.

Jasyn threw daggers at Dev as the bear approached him, before the bear could say anything Jasyn beat him to it.

"I'm warning you bear, fuck off!"

"Jasyn, don't ruffle your feathers, man!" From behind his back Dev brought a white hat with a feather in it, Dev didn't try to put it on his head, "everyone's wearing something, man."

"And which poor, defenceless, winged creature did you kill for this?" Jasyn asked drolly as he flicked the feather with his finger.

"Sergio," Dev answered seriously.

"I'm wearing it," Jasyn said just as serious and cracked a rare smile at the bear, Dev laughed heartily when Jasyn put the hat on.

"You look like a Cuban pimp," Dev chortled, he looked over Jasyn's shoulder, "what do you think, Emily?"

Emily was just stepping off the bottom step of the stair case, she scrutinised Jasyn seriously for a moment before her face cracked a smile.

She passed Dev a sardonic look, "not Cuban."

Jasyn didn't hear her words, he was looking at her outfit and his mouth was hanging off its hinges. She had on a golden peasant blouse, the short sleeves hung off her pretty shoulders and the laces at the front of the blouse were left loose. Over it she wore a reddish corset that pushed her breasts together and up like luscious peaches nestled together in a fruit bowl. Her skirt was the same colour as her blouse and there was something floral about it, almost the shape of an upside down flower. On her feet she wore delicate little golden flats and on her back a pair of spectacular golden yellow wings which were artfully made to look like the petals of a flower which were unfolding. Her beautiful, long burgundy hair she had brushed straight and it hung around one side over her shoulder, in her hand she held a single golden Calla lily, the one he'd bought her.

"What are you supposed to be then?" Emily asked him saucily, "a bird in disguise?"

Jasyn smiled a little shyly and cleared his throat, "something like that. What are you?"

"I'm an Amy Brown fairy," Emily said happily, she gave him a twirl that blew up her dress, letting him glimpse the rounded cheeks of her bottom.

"Well, you look beautiful," Emily gave him a glowing look, she touch her flower to his cheek.

"You gave me the idea really."

"You're welcome," Jasyn muttered a little embarrassed, he didn't ask how she'd found the flower or known it was he that had bought it for her.

"So," Jasyn cleared his throat quickly and turned to the packed bar and dance floor, "I'm not very good with guessing what everyone is supposed to be. What the hell is she?"

"A pink lady," Emily chuckled, "you know from the movie Grease? John Travolta and Olivia Newton John?"

Jasyn made a grunt noise and Emily laughed, "Guess not. Dev is Dark-Hunter; Etienne is playing the role of Danny Zuko, also out of Grease. And Aimee is Little Red Riding Hood."

How appropriate, Jasyn thought wondering if Fang had seen her in that get up.

"I thought the point of Halloween was to be scary?" Jasyn pointed out and Emily nodded, she pointed at Sergio who was dancing erratically on the dance floor.

"Well, he's meant to be Beetle Juice."

A woman with lots of backcombed, hair sprayed black hair walked past them in a very tight black cat suit; she looked over her shoulder giving Jasyn a hot, come-and-chase-me-baby look.

"And her?" Jasyn asked, twitching his head curiously, Emily felt jealousy prick at her insides and was happy when the woman was accosted by Justin.

"Isn't it obvious," Emily replied in clipped tones, Jasyn raised a brow at her, "a predatory female black panther."

Jasyn watched Justin take the woman to the back room that the bears had sound proofed for reasons best left to the imagination. Jasyn was just thinking it was going to be hard to get the woman out of such a tight outfit since she looked like she had to be sown into it, when Emily stalked off.

"Where're you going?" Jasyn called after her, she turned on him with an icily polite smile.

"Well, since you were gawking and dribbling, I thought I'd leave you to do it in private. I'll see you later," she said politely and stalked off through the crowd, Jasyn smirked wickedly, she was jealous!

Margie lined her eyes carefully with black kohl then stood back to admire her handy work in the mirror, her outfit of a gypsy fortune teller was as daring as she could go without feeling like an old chick trying to be young. Admittedly she was only thirty-two, but when you were constantly surrounded by gorgeous were-women it kind of put a dent on the old ego. Margie tugged her black, lacy peasant blouse and it loosened to show her cleavage, she also got Emily to tighten her corset so that her waist was more defined and her boobs looked pert. Not that she was sagging south or anything! Margie restrained herself from running a hand through her newly styled curls, it made her usually average brown locks look beautiful. It wasn't a practical style for her everyday life but Margie wished she could look like this all the time, Margie wrapped a scarf around her head and attached great hoop earrings to her ears. She admired herself in the mirror, the sensual, dark make-up did something positive for her plain features; she was glowing tonight. Not that Carson would notice, he never noticed, she would only ever remain his assistant and friend. Which was to be expected, she was human, he a Were, it's not like anything could come of them even if, in her wildest dreams, something did happen.

So tonight she was going to try and shake off her old feelings of infatuation and look for someone new in the crowd of demons, werewolves, vampires and humans. Margie nodded to her reflection, a look of determination steeling her features; she turned and opened the bathroom door that took her into the main part of the surgery. She picked up her bag with her work clothes in it and went to store it in her locker.

"Hi?"

Margie looked around and felt a small twinge of regret at the sight of Carson; he was dressed as a mad scientist, with fake blood stains over his lab coat and a grey wig on. Margie remembered her promise to herself and pushed her feelings aside, she gave him a friendly smile.

"I like your costume," she said and Carson glanced down at himself a little shyly, he gave a self-conscious shrug.

"I don't have much imagination for these things," he laughed then looked up at her, "you look great."

"Aw, thanks," Margie locked her locker and approached him, he was staring at her.

"Remember when you first found out about Were-Hunters?" Carson reminisced with a boyish grin, "that was Halloween too."

"Best night of my life," Margie chuckled and they walked towards the door.

"Are you happy, Margie?" Carson mused suddenly, he looked at her curiously. Margie was taken aback by the directness of the question and the deepness of it too, but she didn't pause to consider her answer.

"I'm content."

"But not happy?"

"I have some vital things missing from my life."

"Such as …?"

"I can't tell you that," Margie laughed and shook her head, Carson pretended to look hurt.

"How can I help you if you don't tell me?"

"What makes you think you can give me what I want?"

Carson leant close to whisper conspiratorially in her ear, "I'm a Were-Hunter and we can do anything. Didn't you know?"

Margie laughed and patted his shoulder before moving away from him and temptation, "not this."

Carson's face flickered with concern before smiling again, as they came to the bar area, bypassing a stony looking Jasyn, Margie turned to him.

"Are you happy?"

Carson flicked his gaze over Emily before looking back at her, "no."

Jasyn watched with a satisfied gleam in his eye when Emily came sauntering over to him an hour later. In each hand she held a cup and when she stopped in front of him she offered him one along with a bright smile.

"Cooled off, have we?" Jasyn taunted, still elated by the fact that she was jealous of another woman's attention to him.

"I don't know what you mean," She replied lightly and sipped her drink.

"Yeah right," Jasyn scoffed smiling down at her, "how're you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm having a great time," Emily said then jumped as a loud voice behind her shouted joyfully.

"Look Akri! Food!"

Jasyn chuckled when Emily turned to watch the demon Simi tackle people to get to the food table; she seized a cauldron of sweets and began shoving fistfuls in her mouth.

"Jesus," Emily breathed watching her with awe and Jasyn laughed, he leant his head down so he could speak in her ear.

"Not really, babe, she's more of a demon."

"Seriously?" Emily eyes went wide and she stared at Simi then back at Jasyn, then back at Simi again.

"And what has she come as?"

"Herself," Jasyn shrugged nonchalantly, "trust me, you can't get a lot weirder."

Acheron sauntered gracefully behind her with his new bride Tory tucked into his side, Jasyn tipped his drink to Ash who nodded in return, then he counted down.

"Three, two -"

"What are you doing?" Emily asked nonplussed, Jasyn held up a finger to silence her.

" … One."

The opening music to 'Sweet Home Alabama' blared from the speakers and there was a quiet rush of people towards the door, Emily again looked confused.

"Explain it to me later," she muttered shaking her head at the antics of the bar, she grabbed Jasyn's hand and tugged.

"What?" Jasyn said allowing himself to be led, it felt nicer then having to fight her all the time.

"Dance with me?" she asked sweetly, Jasyn bulked and immediately tried to go back to the corner he'd just left.

"Oh please, Jasyn!" Emily pleaded, "this is a great song!"

"I don't dance," Jasyn said with finality and Emily pouted, it made him want to lean down and capture her full bottom lip between his teeth. Emily saw the change in his eyes and tilted her head up, waiting with bated breath to see what he would do. A part of her wanted to throw herself at him crying "take me!" But she realised that with Jasyn's pride and prejudice he would have to come to her. Emily lost her will to breathe when she felt his hand snake about her waist and snap her sharply up against his body. She found herself all of a sudden so close to him and for reasons unfathomable an overwhelming shyness stole over her; she could not meet his emerald gaze.

"Emily …" Jasyn breathed in her ear, in her mind. Emily found her arms working their way up his arms to hang on desperately to his shoulders. He said her name again and this time his lips brushed the shell of her ear, captured it for a millisecond between them and then released. Emily dug her nails into his shoulders, scoring his skin through his shirt; she lifted her head and met his piercing gaze. Jasyn gave her no time to speak, he simply lowered his head and took her mouth with his own, her lips yielded instantly and she opened her mouth willingly, letting his tongue sweep inside. Jasyn cupped the back of her head in his big palm and refused to let her go, her soft, fragrant hair curling around his fingers, as if she didn't want him to let her go either. The over riding passion in his kiss belied the fear pounding through his heart, the fear that he was kissing her and people were looking, the fear that she was in danger from his attentions, that someone would use her to retaliate against him. So much fear! But the other feelings were there, the lust and passion … and the tenderness, he felt like it was killing him. Jasyn pulled himself from her and let his head hang, he still had hold of her arms and Emily wasn't sure if her were holding her away from him or to him.

"I shouldn't have done that," Jasyn whispered breathlessly, he closed his eyes as if pained when he felt her delicate fingers touching his cheek to get him to raise his head. Her fore finger stroked over his lip and he couldn't help himself, he kissed at it, Jasyn tightened his hands and pulled her closer but kept his head down. His attention riveted on her pretty hands, she held still as his mouth wandered over her palm and kissed at her wrist, her fingers, sucked one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Emily gasped, she felt like he was making love to her through her hand, saying all that he wanted to say through those actions.

Please God, Emily thought wildly, don't let me be imagining these feelings! Let what I think he's feeling for me be real!

Jasyn pulled her finger from his mouth and held her hands to his temples; the insistent pounding pulse there was the only indication of his internal struggle.

"I shouldn't have done that," Jasyn repeated, he abruptly drew himself away from her a step or two, letting her hands go, he did not meet her eyes but stared instead at her shoulder. Her pretty, soft, bare shoulder …

"I know," Emily replied softly, her eyes tormented before she lowered her lashes and concealed her expression. Jasyn wanted to curse her - no, not her. He cursed himself and the Fates, this devastating attraction between them was killing them both, it was hurting them both and Jasyn didn't know how to amend it. Emily backed away clearing her throat briskly, her eyes when she looked at him were solemn but not sad.

"I know, Jasyn," she said again, "let's just forget that it happened and try and enjoy the rest of the night."

"You think that's possible?" Jasyn asked contemptuously, his groin felt heavy and painful.

"Yes, yes, I think it is," Emily said in a no nonsense way that had Jasyn scrutinising her closely, she had locked all emotion away under a tight shield. "We're attracted to each other, it happens all the time to people who just forget about it and move on. Eventually I'm going to leave here and as explosive and unbearable as its been at times - not to mention frightening, very frightening," Emily gave him a wry smile and Jasyn returned it with a reluctant one. "But when I go you will be part of my best memories from here, and I don't want that to change."

Jasyn felt his throat tighten as he stared at her, amazed anyone could feel that way about him. He was a nasty person that took delight in seeing other people fail, he laughed at misfortune and as ashamed as he was of the truth of himself at the very moment, when something bad happened all he ever thought was better them then him. Yet here this woman stood before him telling him she could look back on him with fondness in her mind, a woman who would gladly go with him upstairs and take him into her body because she liked him, a person who, for all her bluster and threats, had forgiven him for the unforgivable. He'd threatened her, scared and shouted at her, not to mention physically hurting her, getting her hurt and trying to kill her. Yet Jasyn was sure that he could feel the affection she had for him with every look she gave him, he was sure he was not imagining it. And in truth it was that fact which was causing his heart to ache all the more, because he really liked her too.

"I -" Jasyn paused, he wasn't sure how to put what he was feeling into words, he'd never needed to before, he'd never felt like this before. "I will cherish those memories of you."

Emily felt her lip tremble but manfully sucked it up and gave him her great smile that normally made him feel dazed, this time her beauty made him feel terrible. Their conversation just now was as close as they would ever come to admitting what was between them and how they felt, in actual fact it felt like a goodbye to Emily.

Suddenly Colt struck the chords on his guitar for the Guns N Roses song 'Don't Cry' and Emily groaned, she and Jasyn locked gazes and even he looked stricken by the choice of song, the music alone could reduce her to tears. The music abruptly stopped and there was a lovely sing song voice shouting over the chorus of boos.

"Too sad!" Simi was up on stage arguing with Angel and Colt, "it makes people want to cry! About don't cry! Everybody wants to DANCE!"

The juke box suddenly began to play Pussycat Dolls 'When I Grow Up', Simi began to dance her way off stage.

"Oh, Dear God," Jasyn said, a trace of panic in his toneless voice.

"What?" Emily asked with the feeling she was missing something, Jasyn took her hand and with an expression reserved for those facing imminent, agonising death, he led her to the dance floor.

"You dance to Pussycat Dolls?" Emily gaped at him, then shrieked with laughter.

"That's not at all damaging to my masculine ego," Jasyn sniped, his brows furrowed darkly. Emily cackled worse then ever, but stopped when she realised other surly guys like Justin, Damien and even Remi were heading for the floor.

"When Simi says dance, everyone dances," Jasyn said disgustedly, he began to move in a thoroughly unenthusiastic and disjointed way. Though he was by no means the worst dancer, some merely stood in the middle of the dance floor with their arms folded across their broad chests. Dev came past swinging Sera about, not at all in time with the music.

"Oh my days, you're a bad dancer, Jasyn!" Dev shouted over the blaring music, Jasyn looked like he was about to go after the bear.

"Your two left feet aren't so hot either, bear!" Emily shouted back when she saw Sera wince as Dev stepped on her foot.

"Oh come here!" Emily chuckled, feeling terribly sorry for Jasyn, she moved closer and put his hands on her hips, "Just remember to move your feet, and - Oh, forget it! Just move with me!"

Emily began working her hips and feet in time with the music, she put her hand on the small of Jasyn's back to get his hips working in sync with hers.

"Don't take yourself too seriously, Jasyn," she shouted over the music, but he wasn't listening, across he's cheeks were two slashes of crimson and his eyes were glowing in his skull. It was then that Emily felt his erection brush her hip as they moved together; she jumped back as if scalded.

"I'm sorry," she hissed, looking contrite, Jasyn shook his head and put distance between their bodies.

"It's okay," Jasyn said hoarsely, "perhaps we should … erm?"

"Sit this one out?" Emily suggested.

"If Simi will let us."

"Just this once, Hawk!" Acheron shouted joyfully as he spun Tory around unnaturally fast.

Jasyn needed to put distance between himself and Emily, he had gotten so turned on by her on the dance floor that a few more minutes and he may have threw her to the floor, uncaring of who was looking. As sneaky as Emily could be when she wanted something, such as her cunning with bargaining for the tape, when it came to friends or people she cared about she was somewhat guileless. Did she realise that if she wanted to break him all she would have had to do would be to ask him to make love to her? Jasyn knew he didn't have the strength to deny her or himself something that he so desperately wanted.

"I'll get us some drinks," he muttered and zoomed away to the bar, Emily placed herself back at the door Jasyn was meant to be guarding. She turned so she could use the ornate brass door handle as a mirror, she finger combed her hair and fanned herself to get the blush to fade from her cheeks. At least her make-up wasn't running yet, thank the lord!

"Emily?"

Emily turned and gaped, "Oh, E-Edward, hey."