Helen's gaze lingered over the vast patron though she found no sight of her husband, she was assuming he had wondered off with his friends when she hadn't been looking, or worse. She wasn't going to thing about the secondary thought it would have been too much for her to handle at this point. Green hues tracked the night life, at times smiling to the drunk that would lose his balance or the woman that got turned down for a dance, she was luck the darkness of the bar hid most of her laughter, she didn't want to start a bar fight of any kind.<br/><br/>It wasn't much longer before the night drifters started to become more awake, the bar was growing to full as she watched the door for her husband to return. What came through the door next was a behemoth of a man, one who gave the image of a complete bad boy, and a swag to follow as woman praded in front of him. In a sense it was sad to see the women get turned down, it was a common fantasy for a housewife to wish she had gotten with a badboy before getting married. Helen herself had thought about it but chalked it up to the idea that she wouldn't be able to handle it.<br/><br/>Her green eyes followed him to the bar, interested in the artful ink that traveled up his large arms. She couldn't make out what they were exactly and that is what made her interested in them.  Turning her gaze away as the male started towards her, she tried to appear more interested in the rest of the patron and not just on him. Once he set down she made no move to look at him as she held up her hand with the ring on it, she paid him the same respect she did to the rest of the male bodies here.<br/><br/>"Not interested. Iam waiting for my husband."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure if he had left or if he stayed, turning back around her eyes looked at him from the veil of her lashes, he was still there. There was a little startlement from that as she looked at him fully now. It seemed she was going to have to be a little more clearer with him, as she had to be with others.