Project Shady

Missing

''Dude how are you like not going crazy over the fact she basically friend zoned you?'' Curtis asked as he returned with the drinks for Marshall and Micheal.

''She said maybe, I'll take what I can get. Either way, I'll still think of her as a friend, you know,'' Marshall frowned slighting as he took a sip from his diet coke. Micheal seemed to be acting as if he was a good guy, but something told Marshall that, that was all it was; just an act.

Curtis nodded seemingly taking in what Micheal had said, although Marshall was pretty sure by the way the man kept glancing over at Rose and Clara, that he hadn't really been listening. Marshall smirked knowing damn well that Rose was the one he was into and he knew that Rose didn't much care for him because Clara had blurted it out just before they'd left the flat.The two of them stood together talking to another girl they'd met, who had if he remembered correctly just been ditched by the friends she had come with. Clara had noticed and immediately, with Rose, gone to help and made sure she was ok.

It amazed him that he'd actually remembered a word that she'd said because if he was being completely honest, he had been focused on her appearance since they had arrived. Clara had curled the bottom of her shoulder length dark hair and tied it up in a ponytail, which allowed her curls to fall gracefully partway down her back. Her outfit I'm general was rather simple, as she wore a lose knee length black dress, the skirt flowing out around her if she were to spin around. Marshall would be lying if he said her red tinged lips weren't what he had been staring at since the beginning of the night.

''It's pretty hard to still be friends with some girl you like more than anything if she shoots you down man. It can get messy,'' he decided to through his thoughts into the conversations, since fifty's attention was somewhere else and Marshall didn't want Micheal to feel as if he was being ignored. The guy didn't have many friends, that wasn't just an observation he'd made, but both Clara and he himself had divulged that information. Something along the lines of working for the government doesn't give you much time for friendships or any type of relationship.

''I think it'll be ok,''Micheal replied downing the last of his beer. Marshall sighed as he watched the guy get up to go to the bar to get another one.  Micheal was going to be drunk by the end of the night and there was no way he was going to be getting anything from Clara if he allowed himself. But that wasn't his problem now, was it?

''Hey. I know this isn't your scene anymore...'' Clara had come back to the table and slid across the seat so she could speak to him without having to shout over the music and compete with the rest of the chatter that circulated around the club.

''It's ok, you wanted help and I'm helping you out. You know as payment for you helping me out,'' he replied cutting her sentence off. She just smiled shaking her head.

''That's kinda my job helping you out. Otherwise, the title of Personal Assistant would be very much a redundant phrase, seeing as it means personal help. Meaning I'm your...''

''Personal help, yeah I get it,'' Marshall let out a small laugh he before then taking another swig from his glass, ''you ain't drinking?'' He then questioned after noticing she hadn't in fact ordered a single drink since they'd come in.

''I don't drink when I'm out. There are too many strangers and I got too many secrets that I'd rather not spill,'' she confessed leaning backwards to rest her head against the back of the booth, 'where's Micheal anyway? I thought this whole night was so we got to know each other I haven't said a word to him since we got here,'' Clara pointed out, lifting her head out to scan around the room, but not seeing him at all.

''Um, he said he was going to the bar,'' Marshall replied, ''right fith,'' he added, catching the attention of the other rapper from across the booth. He just nodded and hummed in response not taking his eyes off what or rather who he had been looking at.

''She ain't into you, give up Mr Cent,'' Clara whispered to him as she breezed past him, in the direction of the bar. With those words, Curtis finally broke out of his trace spinning around to face Marshall.

''Welcome back to the real world,'' Marshall sarcastically greeted, causing his friend to lazily flip him off.

''How does she know that Rose ain't into me?'' Curtis then asked, turning around so he was fully facing Marshall his arms resting against the table.

''Girls talk, they gossip they get all giggly and shit. That's how Clara knows Rose ain't into you. Also, it's pretty fucking obvious,'' Marshall pointed out. Curtis just glared at him for a second before he was able to muster up a reply.

''Is it... is it that obvious?''

''You tell me,'' Marshall nodded his head back in the direction his friend had been looking in. Fifty turned around and his jaw dropped, there was no way Rose was into him unless she also liked guys.

''Fuck,'' he groaned, leaning his head against the table slightly hitting it over and over again, ''I was sure she was straight,'' he muttered.

''Sorry man, but that shit is funny,'' Marshall chuckled as he rested his hand on his friend's arm.

''Fuck you, what about your chick. She's been gone awhile probably getting it on with that cop,'' Curtis bit out picking his head up from the table.

''Don't bother me I hit it first.''

''You what?'' Curtis near enough shouted, ''how, where, when, what the fuck. You didn't tell me.''

''Why would I tell you. Like ring you up and go hey man, just had sex with my assistant you know the one you said I'd be banging against her desk before I knew it.''

''I'm just going to act as if I never heard that. Only because Micheal just ditched us,'' Clara's voice came out of nowhere and it made both men jump out of their skin.

''It's true we looked everywhere, he's just vanished. You said he went to the bar right, Marshall?'' Rose asked, she had arrived just after Clara, Marshall nodded at her question, ''well I showed a picture of him to the bartender and he said he hadn't come to the bar, but would keep a look out,'' Rose explained and Marshall furrowed his brows.

''Maybe this was all too much for him and the poor guy just bailed,'' Curtis through in his two cents, keeping his eyes as far away from Rose as possible.

''No that's not Micheal, his an FBI agent, he's been in far worse situations than a weird four wheeling date,'' Clara clarified, slumping down next to Marshall, ''I'm just worried that's all,'' she admitted after her previous outburst had been followed by complete silence.

''I'm sure everything is going to be...'' But Marshall never got to finish his sentence as the club filled with the sound of screaming.