Darin cursed out loud as she entered Barry's and sat down, Charles was really driving her to drink.
She caught a waiter's eye and he nodded, running to the bar to get her regular expensive as hell cocktail.
As she waited for her drink, what had transpired earlier in the library ran through her mind nonstop.
She had seen the mousy Jade acting like she owned the library, and Darin had taken it upon herself to take the b***h down a notch or two. Normally, Jade would have cowed under Darin's onslaught, but she did not. In fact, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, drab Jade had told Darin to f**k off.
Darin had lost it, wanting to get physical. That was when goody-two shoes Charles Black had intervened. Like, who had asked him to?
Then he proceeded to defend Jade! Jade, that ugly tramp.
