Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"What's up with Murray?" Cliff glanced at the man drowning his sorrows in scotch, quietly sliding closer to York.

When they entered, Murray had been sporting a glower that could kill. The lively buzz of the party had noticeably dimmed.

"Somebody got blocked," Ever the instigator, York couldn't help but add fuel to the fire, reveling in the drama.

Murray's face darkened even more at the words.

Crash! He slammed down his wine glass on the glass table, his frustration palpable as he roughly undid the top buttons of his shirt, a hint of aggression in his movements. "I said, stop mentioning her. Can't you understand what I said?"

York just shrugged, opting to stay silent.

The mood shifted instantly. The singers fell silent, and the chatter around them died down, nobody daring to speak up.

Cliff almost choked on his drink. Roseanne was seriously not messing around, huh?

A bit tipsy, Corley leaned in and whispered to Cliff, "Did Roseanne come back yet?"

Cliff just shook his head and mumbled something noncommittal, not daring to say much.

got the hint, guessing Roseanne probably hadn't returned

of Truth or Dare?" Everyone quickly

love Truth or Dare," announced a woman who had just walked

here. We've got

club's star attraction and no stranger to keeping Murray

"Have fun, you

group of stunned faces and a Janie, who had

the driver asked Murray where

downed a few glasses of brandy,

the empty mansion,

What brings you here?" It was ten at night, and the assistant, ready to leave, was surprised to see Murray stepping out of

about his irregular schedule around this time, playfully

said coldly, "Wrapping up for

humbly, "Yes, Mr. Sherwood.

wanted to dismiss her but felt a pang of hunger and the alcohol stirring uncomfortably in his stomach. He turned pale. "Could you

fast and came back within twenty minutes

opening it, he couldn't hide his displeasure. "Why is it clam