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

of Truth or Dare?" Everyone quickly caught on, eager

Truth or Dare," announced a woman who had just

got a spot by

the club's star attraction and no

up, obviously disinterested. "Have fun, you guys. I'm out of

of stunned faces and a Janie, who had lost out on a

the driver asked Murray

downed a few glasses of brandy, Murray

the empty mansion,

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

only added to Murray's irritation. Usually, Roseanne would nag him about his irregular schedule around this time, playfully demanding he go

said coldly, "Wrapping

answered humbly, "Yes, Mr. Sherwood. Anything else

uncomfortably in his stomach. He

assistant was fast and came back within twenty

upon opening it, he couldn't hide his