"They wanted a night out. Nothing happened, Decebel. Everyone knows who they are and to whom they belong," Sorin tried to pacify the fuming wolf.
"Would you get a freaking grip, man?" Jen ground out. "It's not like I was stripping or letting any of those fur balls touch me, so I don't know what your problem is."
"My problem? " Decebel glared daggers at Jen. "My problem is you are seventeen."
"Eighteen," Jen, Sally, and Jacque all said at the same time.
Decebel looked at the other two girls, who both suddenly became very interested in the gravel on the ground.
"Whatever," Decebel continued. "You're too damn young to be in a bar drinking, throwing yourself around like -"
Jen slammed her hand into his chest, cutting his words off. "You had better think really hard about what's about to
