Right here.
I quickly turn and keep walking.
Where the hell is Hawk?
I finish my drink and grab another Carbliss.
Maybe alcohol will help.
A couple of guys approach me soon after.
“Damn,” one says slowly, his eyes dragging over my body. “You look good.”
“Real good,” another adds.
“Thanks,” I reply politely, trying to keep my composure.
Then a girl slides up beside them.
She’s barely wearing anything—tiny shorts and a scrap of fabric pretending to be a top.
She drapes herself over one of the men and looks me up and down with a disdainful smirk. “She looks like a boring fuck.”
The guy laughs.
I roll my eyes and mutter under my breath, “You’ll never find out.”
I grab another drink, feeling emboldened.
Apparently, that’s the wrong move.
The guy straightens, eyes narrowing. “What did you just say, bitch?”
I sigh, exasperated. “Oh my God.”
“If I want you to suck my cock,” he snaps, stepping closer, “you’re gonna suck my fucking cock.”
I blink up at him, incredulous. “Wow. That’s the least appealing sales pitch I’ve ever heard.”
The girl snorts, but he doesn’t find it funny.
“You got a mouth on you.”
“Thankfully,” I reply, sipping my drink, “it comes with standards.”
His face darkens, anger flaring. “You think you’re funny?”
“Not really. But watching you get mad this fast is kind of entertaining.”
People nearby begin to listen, the tension in the air palpable.
He leans closer, his voice low and threatening. “If I tell you to get on your knees—”
“I wouldn’t put your tiny shrimp dick anywhere near my mouth.”
Laughter erupts from someone behind him.
His face turns red with rage. “You fucking bitch—”
