Irene
The sharp sound of a table being hit snaps the hall into silence.
She stares right at him, enraged. Rage fills her every beng. First he began to ignore her, followed by treating her like s**t, but this? this was the last straw.
“oh really?”
“lets not talk about you. you do nothing but party all day. while you're regaling to your friends here about your many wonderful tales, did you tell them the only time you ever f*****g manned up was when your father collapsed?”
There were collective gasps around her, she gave a bitter chuckle “no, of course not.”
“Irene-“
“I mean, if you're going to say something, might as well reveal he whole of it.” she lets her eyes glow in its werewolf form.
He looks her surprise written on his face along with collective gasps
“What are you doing?” he
