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The sight of her fingers nails piercing marble made Warren raise a hand and wiggle his fingers, commentating in a fake compliment. “Nice trick.”
When she waved the wallet before him his eyes narrowed and with a soft hiss he grabbed at it. It was surprising how many times the damn thing had been pick pocketed. He needed a chain or something. “You’re welcome! And it is a bit of a mystery isn’t it? Though I suppose the real reason would be convenience. Have you ever tried to enter a room with ten tag alongs. Not an easy feat. “
He smiled when she exit the ladies room and titled his head to take in her lovely view she so eagerly cared to share. A chuckle slipped his lips and he took a step forward. His form broke apart in withered out of sight and he reappeared in the crowed before her. He was dressed more appropriate this round, matching the clubbing scene with his dark teal dress shirt. “Easy” He spoke in a smug tone and stepped to her side, holding an arm out for her to take. “Now shall we keep snapping at one another or shall we make an attempt to enjoy the night? You did after all invite me.”
His commentary never failed to garner a chuckle from her. Though his little party trick had her rolling her eyes, vaguely disappointed but not an unexpected choice on his part. With a delicate sigh, she took his proffered arm by the elbow, linking them together loosely.
“That I did. Though you must agree--the banter is нαℓƒ тнє ƒυη,” she said slyly with a small smirk. She did glance at his now-appropriate clothing. She didn’t mind the stares they were getting, half for her on his arm, the others for him on her arm. They weren’t exactly unknown to these types of parties, or clubs. She walked with power, knowing her place among them and enjoying the respite from attachments and leeches with him beside her. Tonight might become enjoyable after all.
“How would you like to spend the other half then Ɯαяяєη?”
