Drey gave me a knowing smirk, as she gave her husband a small kiss on his cheek, before grabbing her purse too and following behind me. Drey was civilized enough to let me walk to the bar on the lower floor before turning on the uncanny toy again. I sat on the barstool next to her as we waited for our drinks.
"So I'm Alisa," I managed to push a real smile past my lips. There was no need to be a b***h to her, Drey was the reason for my s****l frustration, not her. "What's your name?"
"Marilyn," she said in a timid voice.
The humming slowly came back as the bartender brought our drinks. This time he was kind enough to leave it low. "So clubs aren't really your thing are they?"
"That obvious?" she sipped her drink carefully.
"Well, you're doing better than I did my first few times a
