Wolf was smirking, enjoying everyone else's discomfort. He stilled, squinting at Emery sharply.
"Say Emmy." Wolf purposely butchered his name. His eyes flickered to and from Rilyn. "You ever do work with the Raging Bastards? You just look awfully familiar. And not in a good way."
Emery stuttered over his words. "Uh. Uh, sometimes." Rilyn perked up, her eyes glowing and wild. Like this information was the only thing making Emery interesting.
Wolf's eyes trailed to Rilyn's accusingly. He pursed his lips. "Maybe you should go party with them then, Emmy. Not interested in Bastard groupies." His eyes remained on Rilyn's. She raised an eyebrow and smirked back.
Emery cleared his throat awkwardly, noticing Macy at the bar, talking to Wes. He left quickly, his face growing red in anger.
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