Club Vitriol
1016 Words
"Uhmm, what the hell are you doing in my car and how did you get here?" Hardly had she finished asking that when she turned to discover her broken driver's window.
"...oh my gosh." She muttered as her heart palpitated strongly. "How did this happen?... I'm so dead, I'm so dead. Dad is going to cut down my allowance."
Glancing at the silent Marcus, she inadvertently poured her anger on him. "And you, just don't sit there and gawk at me like a fool!... I asked how you got in here."
"Uhmm… you took me along, I guess?"
"Hah, don't give me that. I hope you don't believe that nonsense my dad said earlier about a betrothal."
"That's not the case."
"Tch." Clicking her tongue, Vera scrutinized Marcus thoroughly.
Though she felt like his words were a load of bullcrap, she found herself unwilling to just send him away.
After an inner battle spanning a bit over five minutes, she made her decision. "Ugh, fine, but you better not tell Dad anything about this and keep your distance!"
"What about the window?... I could help you fix it." Marcus innocently asked.
"Forget the window!" Vera seemed to want to forget the disaster next to her and reminding her of it naturally wasn't going to help with that, so Marcus sensibly dropped the matter.
Clicking her tongue in vague annoyance, Vera turned her attention to the road ahead and behind her before checking out her surroundings.
"Anyway, where are we?" Vera asked.
Marcus shrugged. "No idea."
"Ugh, you are so useless. I can't believe I asked you."
"... Sorry, I guess?"
"Just stay silent!" Having berated Marcus enough, Vera let out a sigh before searching for her phone.
It took almost a minute before she found it underneath her chair.
Picking it up, she dialed a number and waited for it to connect.
Meanwhile, Marcus couldn't help but wonder if he was just annoying or if Vera was just that insufferable.
In any case, he chose to approach things slowly for now.
After all, just like her, he was completely out of his wits about the supposed betrothal.
A moment later, Vera's call connected, revealing a blonde-haired girl with a face full of makeup.
The girl, seemingly shocked by whom she saw, gasped aloud. "Vera, it's you?"
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Vera shot back.
"Ah, nothing." The girl quickly replied, trying to hide her current mental state.
Of course, it was pointless for Marcus as he stared intently at her.
It took only a moment to discover that she was hiding something.
"Are you hiding something?" Vera asked as she narrowed her eyes, her gaze seemingly making the blond girl out to be a suspicious person.
Impressed by her perception, Marcus waited to see how the situation would turn out when the girl suddenly replied.
"I'm sorry, Vera. It's not what you think."
"You better start talking or else…."
"Well, it's Mira. She… she bribed me to give you the wrong address."
"What!"
'...What?' Marcus raised a brow at the statement.
"Yeah, you know it's Deryl throwing the party and…"
"And she likes him. So that's how it is. That conniving b***h!"
"Vera…"
"I can't believe you would lie to me despite being my friend. Unbelievable."
"Come on, don't be like that. I didn't even think you'd be able to leave the house."
"Screw you, Betty."
With that, Vera angrily ended the call before tossing her phone aside and reclining her chair back to fume in silence.
Marcus pursed his lips, contemplating the verity of the excuse Vera's friend, Betty gave.
She was clearly lying which caused Marcus to grow even more curious… and somewhat excited.
Back in the palace, he never got to experience such situations so naturally his first time seeing such a thing elicited a sense of enthrallment within him.
"I must see how this ends…" muttered Marcus under his breath.
"...Yeah, you are right." Vera suddenly said as she sat up.
"Uhmm…"
"I must see how this ends. There's no way I'll allow that b***h Mira to have her way. She not only gave me the wrong address and ruined my car, but she also thinks she can have a great evening with Deryl?"
Scoffing in between, Vera added with a sinister grin. "She has been so scared because Deryl is more interested in me even though I don't care much about him. Fine then, I'll make her realize just how low class she is compared to a beauty like me."
Marcus blinked a few times before intoning softly. "...drama."
His eyes shone with excitement.
***
Club Vitriol in the western district of the city was recently bought out by a certain Deryl Walters.
Except those invited for the ongoing party, no other person was to be let into the building.
To enforce that rule, a few bouncers were kept up front, and even a few patrols were set around the building.
Of course, as a place popular with people, the fact that it was closed up for the night was met with some resistance, but for every person that dared to try their luck, they were inadvertently kicked out.
Naturally, Vera didn't think such a thing would happen to her as she arrived at the scene and stepped out of her car.
Dressed in a short black dress and light makeup, she looked simply breathtaking.
In comparison, Marcus looked quite out of place with his white t-shirt and blue jeans.
Of course, his looks more than made up for the simple attire.
Pocketing his hands, he followed behind Vera until they arrived before the bouncers.
"Are you on the list?" The bouncers asked, quickly getting right into it.
"Yes, please check for Vera Martinez." Vera confidently replied.
The bouncer raised a brow on hearing her name, clearly revealing that he knew something about her.
Turning to his companion, he whispered into his ear before the latter did the same to him.
Nodding imperceptibly, he turned back to Vera and in a rude manner, replied. "Not on the list."
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