~Thane~
Bree stumbles, also drunk, and Harlow grasps her wrists before she can fall onto the table. Both of them erupt in fits of giggles, along with the other girls in the booth. They must be Bree's friends because other than Bree, Harlow has none. Probably because she is a f*****g liar.
I climb the few steps leading up to the booth. A furious growl tears out of me, and they all go quiet. Bree jumps in fright, and Harlow has the gall to roll her eyes at me.
"And that will be the fun police, here to drag me away!" she slurs, leaning heavily against the girl beside her. I reach out to grab her wrist, but she growls at me, jerking her arm back. I glance around at the other girls, who all stare at her with concern.
"She’s fine, Thane. I will make sure she gets home okay," Bree says. I s
