Zane smiled a little. He seemed a little concerned about her, which felt kind of good. Someone otjer than her mother and her best friend actually cared about her well-being. There was a part of her that wanted to just stay and hang with those guys, but hell, she didn't even know them. They could all be preying on women just for their own pleasure. The thought didn't sit right with her. The man before her seemed trustworthy, but that wasn't enough. 

The other half of her told her to take the nice guy and go find Janette, which seemed like the wisest option since he didn't want to just leave her alone. Pondering for a moment she finally said, "Let's find my friend. Hopefully she hasn't seduced anyone yet." 

Although Zane was mostly shy and quiet, she was quite the jokester. But her humor was pretty awful and dark, which was why she never spoke much aloud. They maneuvered through the mass of bodies, brushing past random people. Another reason why she wasn't fond of crowds. What if she bumped into the wrong person and they just wanted to pummel her? 

Oh how negative she was. She was hardly the most optimistic person considering both her brother and father passed away within the last year--her father just a mere month ago. The official story surrounding her father's death was a car accident, but he worked for the CIA. So automatically she didn't trust anything they said as far as his death went. 

They pushed passed the bodies, the thumping music growing louder as they drew closer to the stereo. At last they found her friend, who--just as Zane predicted--was talking to some guy. Zane walked over to her and pulled her arm. Okay it was more like a yank, but she got her friends attention nonetheless.

"Ouch!" Janette said, giving the man she was speaking to an apologetic stare. 

"We were supposed to stick together. I could have stayed where I was before."

"What happened to you? It looks like you were making love to the sand." Her friend joked, causing Zane to smile and shake her head as her friend began to dust her off. 

"Never mind that... I want you to meet someone." Dammit she didn't know his name. "We bumped into each other and he was kind enough to take me here."

"My my. He looks wonderful... I could just eat him up," Janette whispwred in her friend's ear. "You made a good choice, my friend. I'm so glad you got him before--"

"Hush. I don't even know his name." A scowl appeared on her face as she rolled her eyes and looked at Chase apologetically. "I'm Zane, this is my friend Janette."