CLARA
“We need more drinks,” Xavier mumbled to himself.
I just want to go home and sleep. “I’ll go get it.” Who feels sleepy in a club? I guess that’s me… perhaps walking around can make me more active.
“Please do check on your friend who left hours ago to dance.” He quipped.
Catching on to the sarcasm in his statement, I chuckled. “She’ll be fine. Knowing Lyra, I am sure she already found a company.”
“She’s that quick huh?” He muttered in a judgemental tone and I glared at him. “What?!” He blurted out, returning my glare, “This is her first time being in Manhattan, isn’t she scared of being hurt? missing? Abducted?”
“In a busy club?” I drawled out with an eye roll. “She’s an adult Xavier, and stop being an ass.”
I walked out of the private booth, closing the door softly behind m
