JIVE into the sweet music that lingers inside the club, Isla sipped into her bottle. Becca is enjoying her night by talking to a man whom she met on her way to the restroom.
Zero on the other hand was talking to a guy named Fred. Now, she was left with her beer. It feels like she was ignored.
She heaved a deep sigh and drank the bottle of beer that she was holding. When she saw it, she didn’t even drink the other half while Becca already drank four or five bottles since they started.
“Isla…” Becca called her name, at last.
She arched her brow. “What?”
Becca chuckled and say something to the guy which makes the latter nod. Becca went closer to her and whispered something in her ear. “Are you sure you’re gonna be fine?”
She moved away and stared at her. “Why—”
“Well,” Becca interrupte
