Drew turned to his drummer, swinging his hand in front of his neck as he waited for the noise to die down. “Someone get this wanker out of here,” he pleaded into the mic, staring down the commotion in the crowd.
Bella’s eyes grew wide as she realized he was talking about the dude just beside her; she raised her hand in surrender as some guys came into the crowd to take him– and her too, apparently. “C’mon! I swear I’m not with him! I just accepted the drink, I’ve no part in his wankerness!” She pleaded to Drew with a nervous smile.









