She took the table at the far end of the room, to get a bit of privacy, for the crowd was already in full swing at the lounge bar. She didn't realize that people party hard even in the middle of the week. She wondered if they don't have a responsibility waiting for them tomorrow.
With how they are having fun, laughing, and flirting it doesn't seem like they have. While she has to be at the laboratory tomorrow. Professor Boa sent a message this morning that they must be at the laboratory at ten.
The message didn't say why. And frankly, right now, she doesn't give a flying fuck. Her rage hasn't calmed down. She is now at her second glass of brandy. And girls' fake laughing in the background isn't helping at all.
