Drunk

Arthur's POV.

She was really stubborn, and after I ordered everyone to leave the club, she still didn't want to leave the club, so I was forced to pull her out of the club.

“Let's go home!” I screamed, pulling her as the eyes of some employees who were still getting their stuff glued to us.

“What are you looking at!” I screamed for them to mind their business, my eyes glaring at them while I tried to pull her away.

“You're just being a jerk!” I would have picked her on my shoulders, but I didn't want to grab too much attention to her.

I was really mad at Anna. She knew Iris didn't like alcohol, yet she still permitted her to have a drink.

“Arthur, stop being such a dickhead, you're a party pooper and…” She tried off when I grabbed her hand and began to pull her out of the club.

“Stop, let me go!” She struggles under my hold. Her eyes, glaring bullets at me.

“You have no right to hold me this way, you're hurting me!” She screamed, still struggling.

I was finally able to drag her out of