"What?" Elle asked, staring at her like she was crazy. Tyson glared at Monica, his eyes wide.
Monica glanced at Tyson, and then at Elle.
"I'm obviously kidding," she smiled sarcastically, letting out a humourless chuckle.
"Oh," Elle laughed. "I thought you had a mental problem."
Monica offered her a tight smile, before joggling the liquid off her hand. Drops of blood, as well as her drink splashed onto Elle's top, making her gasp.
"Oh I'm so sorry," Monica frowned, but she was unable to bite back her small smile.
"It's fine," Elle muttered, looking down at her clothes.
"Come, I'll take you the washroom," Tyson muttered through a clenched jaw, directing a glare at Monica. He lead Elle towards the stairs, asking her to carry on before he came to Monica.
"What the hell are you
