<em>Ingrid with Drake and the others who are still left in the room</em><br/><br/>She sighed softly as he cupped her face.  Then he turned and waved to a woman that she hadn't expected to or really wanted to see.  The fact that everyone was so friendly to her… and she hadn't even gone through the shit that Ingrid had.  Ingrid had little to no respect for her.<br/><br/>"I don't know. I don't…  She's a friend of the club, that's all I know. Don't really give a crap."  Ingrid didn't like the woman too much.  "Enjoy."  Ingrid walked off from Drake, her eyebrows lowered with displeasure.<br/>