At night,
"Why aren't you joining those girls there?" Lifting his head from his beer glass, with an arched brow, Zander watched Valen poke him on his right hand's bicep.
He bit the corner of his mouth while trying hard to resist her presence around him, "Why would I join them, huh?" he asked in return as he looked at a bunch of three hot girls moving their hips on the dance floor.
"I wonder why not?" He heard it coming from her mouth. "You look like a dumbfuck playboy. I can only wonder why you are sitting here and not hitting on those girls!" With his jaw dropping in shock, Zander glared at her angrily as he finally realized why she had even come to see him in the corner of the club in the first place.
"Just go away before I ruin your makeup with a hard punch. Do you want me to do that?" He threatened her, and that was enough for Valen to know that his threats didn't come empty. He meant what he said.
"I wish you would go to hell." Valen spat back at him with a bit of ripple in her voice, and she walked back to Ryley on the counter.
Having reached him, she looked back at Zander, in the corner, and stuck her tongue out at him. He chuckled, seeing her antics. Zander took a sip of the beer and admired her laughs and foolishness as she bothered Ryley with her nonsensical questions.
They were sitting afar, but he could very well hear her voice. It was as if her voice was the only thing he could hear in the crowded busy club.