You left the club, or rather, you were escorted out by security guards. As soon as you were outside, you released your hands from their grip. You adjusted the folds of your dress and went to the bench where Andrey was sitting.
That night, you decided that it was a good idea to stir up conflict in the club. Although, to be honest, you didn't plan on it. It's just that you have a rather short temper, and there was a guy in the club who was defiant and made you lose your temper. After a fight with a guy, you called your brother before the security guards started catching you to get you out of the club.
Now you were standing in front of your brother, who was sitting on a bench next to his motorcycle.
"You made such a fuss. Why are you so vile? " the guy said, looking at you with disdain.
"And you look like..."
When you saw where he was going, you lightly hit him on the head.
"Hit me again and you'll walk home."