"Two weeks ago? Oh no... your a vampire too!"<br/><br/>Jessie mocked gasp as she looked to him, laughing lowly as she stepped from the car. She was suprised when he took her hand, at the notion she moved in closer to his side pretty much using his body to cover herself from camera flashes and stares. These were the events she dreaded and the dresses she dislike but wore because if her kove for her father. If she honestly could remove the scars she had she would. There were times like now, she felt beautiful in her dresses but that one sharp gasp or inhale of a breath always let her know that someone truely saw her.<br/><br/>"Very crowded night. I wasn't expecting so many people to come."<br/><br/>As they entered through the archway she was greeted by the host who oddly enough already knew her name, clearly her father came ahead of her tonight. When Luther spoke about pissing on shoes her full attention snapped up to him.<br/><br/>"Your not house broke? Someone is going to be pissed if you pee on their million dollar fancy loafers. I won't be inviting you back into my room again"<br/><br/>She tried to keep a straight face when she spoke but she crumbled with laughter as she shook her head. Being around Luther was easy, it wasn't hard and she didn't have to pretend she was someone else. Jessie and Luther were the same in some way she didn't understand yet but she was glad she had decided to drop into that bar a few nights ago.<br/><br/>"Want to get a drink or are you going to stay in full bodyguard mode like the rest of the robots?"<br/><br/>She was drawing them closer to the mini bar they had set up, there was just no way she could stick with this event without a few drinks to take the edge away.  She took a seat on one of the bar stools there, crossing her legs which slipped the dress up a little high but still kept everything below hidden. She leaned her arms against the bar as she looked over her shoulder to Luther.<br/><br/>"What are you drinking?"<br/><br/>Jessie was going to be settle for the night and drink lightly on that fizz water they called champange. She didn't like it but she suffered through it, the event was mostly rich people sipping from flutes and smoking cigars in a roped off area. That was not a single beer anywhere to be found, maybe they should have pack a ice cooler with a 12-pack.<br/><br/>"I know your good with your hands in a fight but after this, lets see how good your feet are in a dance."<br/><br/>She looked from his hands to his feet completely meaning what she said, she wasn't going to let him get out of this night without at lease one dance from him.<br/><br/>"As soon as my father gives his speech I will go see him and kiss him night, then we can leave to do whatever you want."<br/><br/>Honestly she didn't want to wait that long but for her father there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. He was her one true weakness.