[center]Christian offered a smile as each male took his hand, although the suspicion still lingered. What Clara was doing with these two was beyond him, although he never quite understood why the girl did half of the things she did. A lot of her actions were solely to piss him off by the end of the night, that he learned. She was definitely a female that tested his patience beyond the limits that he knew of. She knew how to push nearly everyone’s buttons if only for her own amusement. Still, Christian understood the root of her behavior and although he did not let all of it slide, he was able to ignore most of her antics. 

“Kieran; Ryanair - “ Christian repeated politely before the older male spoke again. His brow raised as he caught sight of the necklace before he looked back to Clara. There was a ridiculous amount of tension in the air, and he could not deny that Clara wanted him long gone and far away from any interaction. Yet, he couldn’t leave her be this time. No; not with the possibility that this male could very well be... 

“Oh?” Christian began as his gaze shifted to Clara. “Clara, darling - Don’t be so rude. This gentleman is kindly returning something of yours - you should be thankful.” He chided, waiting for the onslaught of verbal abuse that was bound to fly from her lips. He’d seen the twitch of her eye, the hard glare that she was shooting his way. Honestly, part of him basked in it, amused that he could irritate her so despite the fact that it probably was not the time, nor the place. 

“Just keep the damn thing. I don’t want it.” Clara suddenly hissed out, pushing past the younger male, and only brushing past Kieran to get to Christian. “It was a waste of your time coming out here.” She assured him, turning to glance over her shoulder. As she’d moved away from him, though, she felt that odd sensation pulling at the back of her skull - almost luring her right to his side even though she fought it. Christian hadn’t quite touched up on what it might be, probably because he hadn’t wanted her to go looking for Kieran at the end of the day... 

“Now Clara-”

“[i]What[/i], Christian? Isn’t it time for [i]you[/i] to be going home anyway?” Her glare was hard as she brushed past him as well. Her heels dug into the cold sand beneath her, skirts kicking up bits here and there as she headed straight for her heels that she’d left behind.  All the while she felt that pull tugging and tugging, almost begging her to go right back to where she was. Fuck that. She’d find him again - alone - even if she had to wait until the time was right. Now that she knew what that damn feeling was... It was only a matter of time. 

Christian watched her go before he had let out a long sigh, looking back to the two ahead of him. “I’m very sorry, gentlemen. Clara can be... quite the handful, as you can see. I regret that you had to see her like that.” He spoke quietly, “I trust  that you two reside in town? Perhaps there may be a better time... If that is as important as you say...”[/center]