What Now?

“I found the one, he changed my life

But was it me that changed

And he just happened to come at the right time

I'm supposed to be in love

But I'm numb again

Whatever it is, it feels like

It's laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror

Whatever it is, it's just sitting there laughing at me

And I just wanna scream

What now?”

- Rihanna

Angelique leaning against the side of the counter, a drink in her hand. She seemed uninterested as Barnabas approached the bar, Victoria following closely behind him like a lost dog. She obviously had never been to a bar before, judging by her expression as she walked through the hoards of men with beer in their grasp and eyes locked on her thin figure. Angelique licked her lips tentatively and lit a cigarette. She made means not to look at them. Several pieces of hair fell in front of her dark eyes, but she did not remove them. 
“You two look more than a little bit out of place, don’t you think?” Angelique questioned dryly as they neared her. She took a sip of her bourbon and let her head fall to face him ungracefully. Barnabas said nothing for a moment and studied her. Angelique slowly tore her gaze from him and rested back against the counter with an elbow. 
“You’re drunk.”
Angie looked up at him, unshaken. She pinched her fingers together, as if to say just a little bit. But her drunken stupor didn’t help to prove her previous statement. He looked over her, his gaze resting on her curves a bit longer than he usually would let himself. 
“And you’re an asshole, get out.” Her words were final, but remarkably familiar to him given her reestablished french drawl. Barnabas scowled at her remark, keeping Victoria safely behind him. Vicky gasped and mimicked Barnabas’ expression, but in a slightly more childlike way.
“Relax Barney. I’m not going to hurt your little lapdog.” Her words and actions were slurred, but somehow definite. She was even determined when she was intoxicated.