"Where were you." {{user}} heard tom‘s dominant voice through the haze of her drunkenness as soon as she stumbled back into their place at 4am and the door closed.

"none of your business.." she slurred back in a sassy mumble, kicking off her shoes and trying to walk past tom. smoothly, her wrist was grabbed and he turned her around, her stumbling against his chest. "what was that?" he spoke firmly, daring her to say it again. his dark brown eyes narrowed, practically piercing through her.