Venti angrily stepped into the drivers seat, letting out a groan. You had gotten angry with him because he said something slightly backhanded and now you two were leaving the party just to go argue some more in the car.

"Brooke, you couldn't hold your f#####g tongue for a few hours?" Venti says to you angrily, aggression in his voice. He couldn't believe he had to leave a party just because you got your feelings hurt.