Chapter 52: Failed Success?

< Shirley > "When will you put your plan into motion?" I asked in a slight angry tone, frustrated by the incident earlier. How dare Dylan say sorry after kissing me? "12:35 AM," Dylan replied, looking around. I didn't understand what it had to be that exact time, but it was none of my business. I just want to disappear and cry in one corner. We were sitting on the stools of the bar at a corner, away from the crowd. The music was hurting my ears. I was shedding imaginary tears of blood from the awful sights. Couldn't these people get a room or something? They were making me horny for Dylan. "Hey, I want a drink," I whined when I felt my throat getting dry. "I already told you we can't eat or drink anything here," he responded curtly. I cried out dramatically. "Darling, please?" I pleaded, flashing him my best puppy eyes. He heaved a sigh and got up. "You can never reject my puppy eyes, can you?" I put on a victory smirk. He twitched his lips and said, "On second thought, you won