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23 Kristoff's night out

Malcom ran a hand through his buzz cut hair style, fixed his jacket, then walked back to where Kristoff was.

He was about to tell Chance to leave, but he didn't have to.

His bored expression soon grew to annoyance, as he couldn't get to say much to Kristoff.

"Your friend is leaving. He seems upset." Malcom said, pointing at Chance's retrieving back.

Kristoff waved him off as he took a shot. “He'll be fine, just need to rest or whatever."

Malcom's oval face twisted. "You sure, because to me he seems-"

"Can you shut up?"

"Did you fuck him? I know how you are." As he asked the question, red light from the disco passed over him, making his dark skin seem red.

"You know nothing about me, Malcom."

Malcom pursed his thick lips, then said. "Says you. Just remember, I was the first for everything. And if you think that some rag tag is it, then you must have hit your head."

Kristoff went ridged, at times he wondered w

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