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KYLIE'S POV

"Lame," commented Thurstin after drinking the Margarita from the glass. "Like juice."

Arrogant ah.

"Bartender, you're going to drink gasoline here. They say your drinks are lame!"

The Bartender laughed, and so is Thurstin. He was laughing lightly.

"Do you have a problem, Mister? You seem to want to drown yourself in alcohol. Mind to tell?" I have a simple question.

Thurstin's flush face suddenly turns darker, I was shocked. "Nah. It's nothing. Just a simple man problem," he answered.

"Oh sorry," I pretended to be concerned about him. "Your parents fought?" I will ask.

The man's aura grew darker. "Parents? My mom died a long time ago. And I have no news of my dad!" he answered sharply as if not wanting to remember any memories of his parents.

Yay. You are great Kylie. First question and you'll be blinded right away. When that gets mad at you and punches you, it's up to you.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said sadly.

I heard Thurstin sigh loudly. He paced upward and gulped some