She was hurt, and drunk.
The worst combination ever.
After asking her to tell her who her parents are, Brenda started bobbing her head from right to left, again. Ava Max let her be. From how hurt Brenda looked: Ava knew she was using alcohol as her coping mechanism.
There was no need to say when she was sure will go unheard.
"Max, let us dance," Brenda shouted.
Ava opened her mouth and closed it since Brenda looked away after asking her to dance. She watched Brenda and smiled. How could she ask her to dance while she was still sitting?
"Wait a minute, is this the part where I stand up and ask her for a dance?" Ava thought.
She leaned into Brenda ready to ask her if she want to dance but her phone vibrated thrice. She leaned back, raised her hip, and got the phone out of her pocket.
Vi: hey Ava. Stop ignoring my calls and come, now.
