Slamming the door on her should have made him feel good. Oddly enough slamming the door did nothing for him. The sound just felt hollow. It only made him feel more empty inside. The thought of not having Dara in his life, he couldn't even imagine it but this couldn't go on forever. He couldn't just go on like this forever. Something is bound to break.

The beat of the throbbing music called out to him. He needed to drown himself in something. He moved towards the music feeling the pull of the one thing in this world other than Dara that makes him feel sane. He let the rhythm wash over him. He bobbed his head in time with the music in a desperate attempt to keep himself moving. He knew that if he stopped right at that moment he'd just break down. Soon enough he was riding the music's rhythm and he was dancing in time with the beat.

No one would think he was broken inside by just looking at him. He was jumping up and down with the crowd a grin was almost permanently plastered on his face. Someone from his squad handed him a drink. He downed it in one long swig. Someone tapped him in the back and handed him another drink. "Haven't seen you drink like that in a long while, man. Tough night, huh? Here have some more the night's just starting." They clinked their glasses together saluting the night.

Then he felt something soft rub on his arm. It was followed by fingers trailing delicately down his arm. His initial reaction was to stiffen his body and move away.  But just then he looked up and met Dara's stricken eyes across the room. 

He was suddenly possessed with the need to strike back at her. To make her feel the pain and frustration he feels when he sees her being paired off with her fanboys. He wanted so many times to stake his claim on her but he couldn't because he wanted to respect her decision to keep things secret. 

So he curved his arm around the warm body of the girl who latched on him while never once breaking eye contact from Dara. Let her taste the bitterness of her own medicine, he thought. He raised an eyebrow and gave her his signature lopsided smirk. He almost regretted doing so when he saw the pain on Dara's face but he was already on a roll and he couldn't stop. For once it felt good to see her also in pain. 

As soon as he saw Dara turn around and walk away he purposely removed the body drapi