She thought for a moment, not knowing what she wanted really. He was nice, in his own special way. She watched him get up and go sing some more, good that gave her more time to decide. Crashing with someone she just met wasn't really knew for her, but mostly they weren't so damn good looking. While he continued on singing she went out to the floor to shake off some of the nights stress and then returned to the bar and waited for him to get back to her.<br/><br/>"I think your place will do fine as long as there aren't many big windows, and it would be to crash for the day, I don't know what I will be doing at night yet." She finally answered. "Oh, and to answer your earlier question, about being goth. It's not about what I am, it's who I am, and that I'm not quite sure of... But anyway where is this place of yours?"