Surprisingly, it did not take long till they were settled at a table. "It's okay. I promise. It happens, especially if you haven't been sleeping well," Laurel reassured her, offering a warm smile. Laurel knew all too well what a lack of sleep could do and despite the peace of Madison Valley, it remained something she was unfortunately very familiar with. Not surprising, Nyssa struggled with the same thing it seemed, but Laurel assumed hers were related to things much worse than her own.
Nyssa continued on about how the club was and Laurel took a sip of water, listening intently, especially when she mentioned another bouncer and throwing a particular client of the club. It sounded like the guy was a piece of work and the kind even Laurel would have taken pleasure in kicking out, but then Nysssa mentioned feeling like her own self and Laurel frowned. No, she was relieved when Nyssa told her she dumped the man in the dumpster and got over it, but she felt bad that Nyssa even had to grapple with that feeling for even a second.
"I'm glad you were able to stop yourself. That's a big deal, Nyssa," Laurel replied and she reached across the table to give her friend's hand a squeeze. "You could have killed that guy, but you didn't. I know it doesn't help much probably, but hold on to that. You're strong."