"Ay… I can't believe you still don't know the best clubs at your age." Zoey sassed, staring at Zion from head to toe in disdain.
They finally settled in the VIP room of a high-end bar. From the second floor, they could see everyone partying on the dance floor through the slightly tinted floor to length window.
"Haha. I'm sorry, my little sister. Your brother just didn't have spare time to try out different clubs as he was busy saving lives." Zion chuckled, humoring his playful sister who seemed like she was judging his entire existence just because Zion didn't know which club to go to or bar to drink in.
Zoey shook her head, clicking her tongue as it still hadn't sunk in her that Zion was akin to an old man trapped in a young bachelor's body. With Cora dating Ivan, Zoey was now worried if her brother would ever have a romance of his own.
"I never thought I'd ever worry about his personal affairs…" Zoey mumbled, catching Zion's attention.
