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It's been a long time since she's done this sort of thing. Monogamy got her out of the game, so to speak, and it isn't like she's had much of a chance to adjust to her newly single status. Rebounding, as she'd so directly put it earlier, though, seems like the best way of dealing with that. Molly has no desire to dwell and mope, or even to consider why her first instinct might be to do so. The fact that she isn't the only one of them in that position, though she doesn't know the specifics of Derek's situation, makes her feel a little better, a little less guilty, about having gone out tonight intending to do exactly this. She might approach it all significantly more cautiously than she would have when she was younger, but she still knows what she wants, and right now, it's to not have feelings about her boyfriend having disappeared and all the baggage that comes along with it by going home with someone else.

Besides, Derek is gorgeous and seems nice, and though a few years ago the prospect of sleeping with a werewolf might have freaked her out, she's been in Darrow long enough that she's pretty used to the idea. Maybe not in this specific context, but enough that she doesn't think much of and isn't fazed by it now.

"Will you judge me too much if I want to tell someone where I'm going?" she asks, wincing good-naturedly through her smile as they step out of the bar, the summer night warm and starlit. "Not that I think you're some kind of creep or anything, just, you know. Can't be too careful." She learned that the hard way, something she doesn't particularly relish mentioning, but knows she probably has to. Just like the fact that she's rebounding, it's better just to get that out in the open.

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"It's beautiful," Molly says, sitting down on the sofa beside him and then taking a sip of her beer. "I've lived in... well, the city part of the city so long that I'm not used to views like this anymore." She likes it where she is, but then, she'd probably feel that way anywhere. It's hard to be picky when this is all she's got. The same line of thought is what's brought her here, in a way. She could be sad and mope and miss her just-disappeared boyfriend, or she could go out and do something fun, make the most of the fact that she's still here. This is nice, too — a weak adjective, maybe, but a hell of a lot more comfortable than a hookup with someone she met earlier tonight easily could have been. She appreciates that.

"Which, I mean, it's fine, I don't mind it, but this is really something."

"I lived in Manhattan for a few years," Derek says as he takes a sip from his beer. He rests his other arm on the back of the sofa, just behind her head, and after a moment he lets his hand drop to rest against her shoulder.

"It's a fun place, but my senses felt like they were on overdrive the entire time." They had only lived there because Laura wanted to, and Derek would have done anything for his big sister even before he was weighed down with guilt. "So, for me it's better out here. I can actually relax."

His hand glides lightly down her arm, and Derek turns his head to give her a charming smile. "Are you cold? You could move closer. I'm pretty much a walking furnace."

"I think Manhattan is enough to make anyone's senses be on overdrive, whether they're heightened or not," Molly agrees with a slight laugh. She's never lived there — she wouldn't have wanted to — but she's visited enough times to understand why that would be the case. Darrow seems pretty tame by comparison, and she can still see how that would get to be a lot. For her, it's worked out better to be right in the thick of things, but she doesn't have anything like that to worry about. At least, with as confined as they are here, they've got some variety in their settings, though she'd have been grateful for it no matter what. "I lived in DC before I got here. Well, I went to school there. That feels like another lifetime ago."

Smiling at his offer for her to move closer, she does so, settling with her head by his shoulder. "You weren't kidding," she says. "Is that also part of the whole werewolf thing?"