Misty sighed, her hood over her head even though no one was around. She still felt horrible for outing Sparrow like she had. What an awful introduction. The only thing keeping her at the party now was the buzz she had. She had problems shifting when she was inebriated as her brain was usually scrambled. A part of her wanted to go talk to Martin, but she had seen him fighting with Clara.
It was kind of ironic that she mentioned a fight happening to Clara and there it was. It was her fault too, because if she hadn’t of made Martin so mad he wouldn’t have started the fight. She let out a groan, “why did I even bother to come? I haven’t even seen Tristan or Joei. This is such a waste of time…”