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“Maybe you should invite your mate to come to watch you in here for a night, he’d sprint home when he realises how awful you are”
“Like your mates any luckier, least I don’t need to look at that a*s face of yours”
“My mate will love this a*s face thank you very much, I would love to know what your mate would think of you after they watch you teach Norman how to twerk, she's as coordinated as a donkey in a horse race”
Branson looks between us gobsmacked as we giggle.
“How’d you convince him to come out with you tonight? Are you paying him? I thought the werewolf community was well off but they must be lacking something major if they are sending their king out with you”
“He’s just here to stalk his mate don’t worry”
Branson smirks at me as joe looks around and leans in closer
“Your mates in my bar? Your mate is Lycan?”
He asks quietly
“What a dumb dumb seriously”
Karma says rolling her eyes at him
“Yep, shes a total b***h though”
Joe pulls back, his eyes wide
“Really? And here’s me thinking you are the only one with a shitty mate, it’s good you are both friends, and support each other through the entire process”
I look at Branson who seems to be enjoying this as much as I am
“He says b***h but I think she’s just misunderstood”
“You say your mate a stalker but I think he should be when you are out twerking with old bald men”
He snaps back, a devious grin on his face
“Why so damn pretty”
Karma pouts, rubbing her hands down her face.
He did look delicious when he smiled like that and even hotter when he was being a sarcastic arsehole.
“You say old I say slightly aged with a lot of character”
He snorts laughing and shaking his head
“Joe why don’t you lay a few shots out for us, see how many she can take before she passes out”
Joe snorts
“If you're trying to drink her under the table I would go home with your tail between your legs now, save some face before she obliterates you”
I grin proudly
“See he’s a really good friend”
Branson snorts as joe goes to grab shots and glasses
“Ok I've got to admit, this is fun”
“Do you still feel the need to keep me away from him?”
He snorts
“Hell yes, he’s so in love with you it’s embarrassing that you haven’t figured it out yet, you're never seeing him again unless I’m with you”
I glare at him
“That’s not fair, and he’s not in love with me”
He snorts again
“Oh he so is”
“Is not”
“Is so”
“Is not”
“Is so and stop saying he isn’t because he is, he loves you, he goes to sleep thinking about you, he wakes up thinking about you, when he eats he’s thinking about you, when he hears something funny, all he wants to do is tell you about it. Believe me, I know”
I blink at him
“What the hell is he talking about?”
Karma asks
“And how the hell would you know that”
He rolls his eyes
“Because that's how I feel about you and he gives you that same look. But he’s not allowed you because if it takes 10 years I’m going to fix this. I’m going to make this better”
I suddenly had a heavy lump at the back of my throat, my mouth goes so dry as I watch him, his eyes sparkle so brightly as he looks deep into mine. My heart rate elevates as Karma nearly loses it, filling her with hope for our future.
“I think your mate might like that”
I whisper, he gives me the most genuine gorgeous smile iv ever seen him or anyone wore before. He was so f*****g pretty it was hard to concentrate on anything else.
Joe clears his throat snapping me out of the moment and he gives me this weird look as he fills up each shot glass infront of me. I look back at Branson just in time to catch him send a glare joes way. He pulls out his phone and types something up then sends it as joe turns to walk away. My phone rings so I look at it.
(Branson)
‘He is definitely In love with you
He adds an angry face at the end, I roll my eyes locking my phone and putting it away.
“You ready to get trashed?”
I ask him, we had 10 shots each, we had to take one, flip the glass then move on.
“Hell yes, I was the master of this when I was your age”
I snort smirking at him
“Well in that case it should be no problem beating you, you old goat!”
He gasps, looking horrified
“You did not just call me old!”
I smirk at him
“Dude to me you were old when I was born, what are you anyway, 25/35 years older than me?”
Karma laughs hysterically in my head at his disgusted face
“How dare you, I do not look that old”
He pats his face self consciously
“Right old man let’s do this”
He growls getting ready, I countdown and we were off. One after the other I sink my drink, tipping every glass as I go, by the time I’m done Branson was only halfway through so I grab the shots and fill a few more for myself and down them too.
When he finishes he groans rubbing his belly
“Damn it’s been a while”
I nod
“Joe I need more please”
He rolls his eyes from across the bar, grabbing 2 jars and sliding them down to me. I grin opening the first one and sinking half of it.
“Seriously does it just taste like water to you? How do you even drink that stuff”
Branson complains, lifting mine and sniffing it then he tastes it, screwing up his face and placing it back on the counter. I shrug
“I don’t taste it anymore, I prefer whiskey but I've never been able to get drunk on it”
He puts up his other finger to stop me from talking for a moment
“Ok so I get why you drink but you don’t seem to enjoy the crowd so why come to the bar? Why not get drunk at home?”
I shrug my shoulders
“I did for the first while but it got to the stage where I was just sleeping, drinking, working and repeating only I lay in PJs all day and I could have gone weeks without seeing another soul so I just came here one night and told joe if I pass out to ring dad, he didn’t ring him instead he just carried me home so I came back and he did it again, and again and eventually I was getting dressed every day and getting out of the house for at least a little while”
I down the other half of my jar, placing it on the empty tray and I open the new one.
“Well I mean it makes sense”
I take another drink and nod towards the lady's room
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