She stops the waiter before they go, after all they had given him his drink before even asking her what she would like. From the man she ordered a glass of vodka. It wouldn't calm the voices but a buzz helped her. She hated fruit sweet drinks. Waist of alcohol she would say, to be mixed into fruity concessions with too much sugar. Gave her headaches that were worse then the blood rush. 

The man across from her kept her interest. He seemed strong, menacing, the worse type of charming. Yet, maybe just to annoy him, she would keep the headphones in her ears, for muffling the sound of everyone. 

[color=007299]“ Fight what?"[/color]

Crossing her legs instinctively under the table as she spoke. Her word questioning thought she knew what he meant. She didn't like the black of her hair. Who ever this man was it was setting her internal monitors off the walls. As they sat and sipped their drinks another long strand of blonde hair dripped to black. Overall it was changing her appearance slowly. She protested this change by pushing the strand behind her ear as if it was normal. She didn't like this situation much. Wanting to be alone, or at least with her music. Overwhelmingly she struggled to keep her facade up.  [@Dark Light]