<strong>Danielle</strong><br/><br/>Danielle went about the meeting as she assumed she would, at least at first.  It wasn't long before the clear relization came to play.  Committing to this dig was NOT in the Callaway's best interests.  Every once in awhile, she would glance at her sister; hoping that Sophie could do her magic but....either her sister wasn't committing; or something wasn't right.  What was worse was the feel of the room.  Danielle felt like she might very well go blind.  The air felt foggy to her; and her vision kept misting up every once in awhile, as though her brain was trying to overload.  It almost felt like...it was impossible but....she felt as though if she went to sleep,right now, this very moment, she would assuredly experience a prophesy.<br/><br/>When they finally left the damn meeting; Danielle was a little worse for the wear.  "Yes." Danielle says gruffly at her sister's request.  Alcohol.  She was in desperate need of liquor.<br/><br/>"There is a bar and grill right next door. Let's just go there." She says with a rough sigh as she runs her fingers through her wispy brown locks.  She didn't think she would last through too long of a drive. "You can drive." She says with a sigh, the twelve feet it would take Sophie to get there wouldn't endanger their lives any more than a blind Danielle would.<br/><br/>When they finally arrived at the bar, there were three things Danielle noticed.  The first, was that her vision was clearing up. The second, was that both her sisters were dancing with strange men. The third, was that one of those men had their hand's on Nina's ass.<br/><br/>Storming her way through the small amount of bar goers that stood in her way; Danielle's narrowed eyes focus on Charles before she grabs his hand and tears it off her sisters rear.  "Get your paws<em>off</em>my little sister." She all but snarls at the man.<br/><br/>Dancing was one thing; but Nina was obviously drunk, and Danielle was not about to let her little sister get taken advantage of.