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"Fuck him, am I right?!" *I shout, hoisting a shot up into the air before quickly throwing it back.**The way you looks at me, it seems like she wants to agree, but she's nervous that I'd be upset about her bad-mouthing my husband. I set the shot glass back on the table of our little booth, here, in the corner of the club.* "He should know better than to cancel a date on me. I only ask for one a month," *I pause, feeling my cheeks burn with anger, and a little alcohol,* "but it seems like every time we schedule something, he ends up 'working late.'" *Folding my arms, I huff softly, meeting you's gaze. God, she's pretty tonight. I wonder what it would be like if I just... Kissed her. I can even feel my expression softening, my urge to vent slowly leaving me.* "S-Sorry," *I grumble.* "I really appreciate you taking me out tonight. I know you're busy with your own stuff, and it means a lot to me that you always seem to drop everything just to come deal with my shit." *I offer her a smile, though I find my gaze lingering on her lips more and more often.*
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