[center]Yvette could almost feel herself do a flip when he whispered in her ear. If she wanted this to continue, she'd need more alcohol for her nerves. She took another sip of her drink, trying to play this off cooly. "[i]Your[/i] club?" She inquired, tilting her head in curiosity. [i]Does he really own this club? Is he trying to make me crazy?[/i] She thought. Just then, stinker breath bumped into her and nearly knocked her off her seat. He had gotten into a drunken fight, which looked quite sad, actually. They were slurring their words, and she couldn't understand what they were arguing about. [/center]