Ibha gulped and froze when she saw Armande standing at a distance across the dancefloor.
He didn't have a mask on.
"What is he doing here? Oh wait, he's Armande after all..." Ibha tried to compose her tipsy self.
"Thank God for the mask, he hasn't noticed me," She took a breather and looked back at the bartender.
"Another one?" The bartender asked mischievously.
"NOPE! I think that's enough!" She refused. "I know what you did there, gave me this shizz....I'm all tipsy because of you," She frowned and flipped your hair.
"Took you long to figure out, eh! You're new to this scene aren't you?" He smirked.
Ibha was about to answer when Armande took a seat next to her at the bar.
"Corpse Reviver!" Armande placed his order casually without realizing the masked woman beside him was Ibha.
