Adrian persisted in making fun of the man in front of them by nuzzling Clara's neck until he decided to walk away.
Clara sighed in defeat before shooting a glare at Adrian, and he flashed his foolish smile.
"Get off of me, booze-head." She pulled his face away from her shoulder, but he clung onto her once more.
Clara knew it was useless of her to free herself from her drunk husband, so she dropped the thought of it and helped Adrian stand straight before they made their way out of the club.
It was surprising to see Adrian getting drunk when he looked all sober a while ago while talking with that girl.
'How come he suddenly got intoxicated?' she wondered.
Adrian continued to nibble her face while they made their way to their room, muttering something coherent that she was unable to understand.
