Chapter 7)Well, How Problematic"Jason," I called to grab his attention, "Done with your private discussion?"
"It's alpha to you," he glared at me.
"Please, you're lucky I don't call you Wolfie to your face," I rolled my eyes. I turned to the bar tender. "Can I have a drink please? Something strong," I waved my hand.
"Excuse me?" He snapped at my 'Wolfie' comment.
"You're excused," I nodded with a grin.
Our company chuckled.
"Why do you have to be so childish?" He grumbled.
My drink came. "Um, maybe because I am one," I took a sip of it, rolling my eyes.
I made sure dog boy didn't get enough time to respond. "Wow, this is really good," I chuckled. It's like a strawberry lime mix sort of thing. You wouldn't even tell it was alcohol if it didn't leave that burning down your throat.
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