Saturday night Lita was with the Corry, Chyna, and Jesse at one of their favorite cocktail bars and were complaining the drinks weren’t as good as they were at Stavros’ place.
“I can’t go back there.”
“Why not?” Jesse complained, “Diarmid hasn’t called since he left Wednesday. At least Stavros would give us free drinks stronger than juice.”
“Because Stavros threatened to shoot two kids in the head because I bailed on a date. Next time instead of threatening, he could simply just do it.”
Jesse gave a nod of acknowledgement and a loud sigh, “why did he have to be such a jerk? We could be having fun.”
“We could still have fun,” Chyna threw out hopefully.
“If you suggest the pub where Conor goes, I’ll kick you in the vag,” Corry glared at her.
Lita chuckled, “still mad at him, huh?”
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