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One Hundred-Eighty-Three

I then make it seem that I am already partially drunk. I slightly slur my words and say just a little louder than I should have.

"Dddaamn Bbitch... Wwhat does she know..."

I purposely stumbled into the counter and lift my hand to the bartender, who was a werewolf, so he could tell I hadn't even had a drink yet.

"Hey! Bar keeep a ttriple on the rooocks..."

"Sshe bbelieves I ccan't get aanother... I ccan have my cchoice of..."

"Hey, man! You should be happy you have one..."

"Rreally? Why? She iis nothing bbut ttrroouble..."

He faces me with his hand on his drink. I can tell that he hasn't had much, maybe just a sip or two. I have a feeling he is not in here to drink.

"Is she someone special?"

"I thought she ccoulld be tthe oone... You kknow... Bbut sshe's jjust ssoo... ccant get eeven aa mmooment to mmyyself..."

"You should be thankful. Someone like that doesn't come along every day and anyone can snatch h

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