worries

It was late into the night in the city of Luxembourg but of course the pubs and clubs were very much still filled with life.

Iris sat down at the farthest end of a club while her eyes were fixated on the strippers..

She twirled the glass of whiskey in her hand with a smirk plastered on her face..

She seemed so happy as she glanced over at the cellphone.. her lips curled into a beautiful smile when she saw the Damage she'd done..

“ I guess you must be proud to be able to cause such an uproar..” The man who'd sat down beside her leisurely spoke, making her snap her head to the direction of the voice.

“ I want to know what Kristen is going to do about this news.. it's been hours and there's still no sign of action from his own end..” Iris frowns softly when she realizes that Kristen hasn't taken any actions against the news yet..

“ Something is wrong.” Warren frowned softly as he tried to place his hands on what went wrong.

“ Something isn't right.. this is unlike him to be this calm..”