[center] Clara wasn’t entirely sure what to expect that night -- she had assumed that once they’d gotten there, Jaden would find his friend, inevitably let her know where he was, and she’d watch him either make a fool out of himself while he tried to fit in, or watch him stand out like a sore thumb until he grew tired of it and wanted to leave. She most certainly didn’t expect what had actually occurred-- left at the bar without as much as a bit of notice to where he’d ended up. To say she had been a little surprised had been quite the understatement, and the more she found herself checking her phone lest she missed a text, the more irritable she soon became, and the more liquor she began consuming. 

At first, Clara had thought it might have been a simple mistake - he could have forgotten should he have met up with his friend, but she didn’t anticipate him for forgetting as long as he apparently had. After all, the girl was more used to him looking after her half of the time -- she was hardly used to wondering where his attention had suddenly gone, and quite frankly, the feeling had unsettled her. Why the fuck would she care, anyway? Although -- he [i]did[/i] invite her; he [i]did[/i] want her to accompany him, now for reasons unknown if he intended on ditching her the moment she had gotten there…

The frown fell upon her lips as she’d already gotten through three vodka cranberries, on top of the rum and coke that she had intended on bringing for him. Well, fuck him then. If he was going to have a good time doing god knows what, then she could give two shits about worrying where he was off to. This was typically her scene and it’d be a cold day in hell if she didn’t find someone to bring home out of spite and principle. 

Clara had nearly slammed down the small glass from a shot of cold vodka that she’d just conned some unsuspecting man into buying for her -- on top of paying for her tab that she’d already accrued before she had slipped away from the bar as quick as she had came. As she skirted her way through couples and groups, ignoring the eyes of a few as she passed them by, she lingered just outside of the dance floor, her bright gaze peering through the darkness and flashes of light as if she would see that son of a bitch. Lord, if she did, it would only infuriate her further.  The alcohol that she had already consumed had only dulled her inhibitions in the slightest -- pushing her to get what she wanted at all costs.

Intent on relieving her frustrations elsewhere, she decided she would not focus on Jaden further -- why let him get under her skin, and for what reason? Why should she even begin to care what the hell he was doing? She was going to make the best out of the rest of her night, and she could care less if she left with or without him -- needless to say she was intent on bringing [i]someone[/i] out the door with her now…

Breathing a slow sigh, Clara soon slipped down carefully into the dance floor, her focus only on her possible prize -- whoever the lucky male might be. She seemed to walk in tune with the beat, slow and precise as she scanned for her prey. If Jaden was going to blow her off, she would give him no reason to even try to get in her good graces for the rest of the evening.[/center]