This is the dangerous part of the equation. Eden can handle Lily, fluid enough herself to roll with whatever the other woman sends her way. The destination is what's difficult. She's not sure there's a place in town they can have fun that doesn't double as a bar, drinks passing all around them, drugs in some places. She's less concerned with the latter than the former; narcotics were never the problem with her.

What she hates desperately, more here in the city than she has a long time, is how fucking careful she has to be, how she can't just trust herself not to give in.

"Anywhere," she says, leaning down to pull the straps on her shoes through the buckles. "Somewhere the music's good and loud."