Beyond irritated by his presence, and angered further by that horrible fucking pet name, I climbed to my feet and stalked toward him. “Are you honestly this devoid of intellect?” I demanded, having had more than my regular quota of Mark Allen for one weekend. “If you’re too thick to take the hint, then let me spell it out for you. Liz doesn’t care about your girlfriend’s party. Not even a little bit, and neither do I. So why don’t you do all of us a favor and fuck right off.”
