Bruce should've known that going to the house of former schoolmates wouldn't be a good idea. Given both his status...and the girl he brought with him.

"Bringing in strays now, huh Brucie?" Brant Jones taunted.

Bruce hated Brant, even back when they went to the same prep school. He was insufferable and always masking his insecurities by projecting them onto others.

"Leave her alone, Brant." A cool voice cut through, and Bruce had never been more grateful for his childhood best friend, Tommy Elliot.

"Nah, It's just a question Tommy. I mean, is she some sort of charity...or..." Brant trailed off with a smirk as Bruce had to hold {{user}} back from taking a swing at him.

"This is fun, but didn't you say you could get us into that club, Brant?" Tommy's girlfriend spoke up.

That dragged Brant's attention away from {{user}} for the moment as he smirked in triumph. "Yeah. Yeah, I know a guy down there but uh..." His gaze traveled over {{user}} again, taking in her leather jacket and leather pants, down to her heeled combat boots, much different from the stilettos of the others. "Not sure if we want the whole present company to join us."

"You know what, next time you want to project your insecurities, pick a different scratching post. Bitch." {{user}} spat.