“Are you honestly sitting here alone? Let me guess, you’re looking for your next client?” I down most of my fresh drink and shrug. “I wanted a drink, so I’m having one. Why do you care? I can handle myself,” I say curtly, as annoyance takes over his features. “I don’t give a fuck what happens to you. I was just calling you out for being stupid. This place is probably teeming with herpes, so have at it,” he grits out, his fingers twitching by his side as he uncrosses his arms. “Makes all the sense that you’re here. Anyway, I was thirsty, and I have things to do, so I’d better be on my way.
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