“I heard,” he sings, then snatches the shot I was ignoring and knocks it back himself. “You’re on call. For someone.”
His smirk grows as he leans closer. “Should we go ahead and switch you from ‘randoms’ to ‘taken’ on the system?”
“Yeah, no,” I grunt. “Better to remove me entirely.”
Theo’s eyes go wide with theatrical shock. He slams his palm on the bar and looks over his shoulder. “Ghost! He needs a slap.”
I don’t even get the chance to argue before Ghost calls out from across the room, already laughing. “He needs more than a slap, Theo. That’s a full intervention.”
I sigh and run a hand down my face. “Can we not have a conversation across the entire f*****g bar?”
Theo’s only response is that crooked, too-wide grin of his. The kind that makes people nervous, and for good reason.
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