And I’m not dating her. I’m just…” “Fucking her?” Jagger asks, sitting in the chair next to me. “Yeah… I mean…” Jagger holds up his hand. “You don’t have to answer to me. I had my fun, but don’t be an idiot and pass up the woman for you like I did. Thankfully, I got a second chance, but not everyone does.” He eyes Tweetie, who turns toward the snack table, giving us his back. I’m not sure what that’s about.
