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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.