Sarah's POV Mr. Viper tattoo, looked at me like he had seen a flying leprechaun causing me to chortle, “Ow!” the martini had come right through my nostrils spilling on myself and the tattoo man. “I'm sorry, I'm not always like this, I swear” I pleaded pinching my nostrils to ease the pain, thank goodness it wasn't the tequila, that would have been a full on funeral for my sinuses.He looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite make out, maybe that's how you react when your thousand dollar jacket gets misted with snot.Grabbing at the napkins across me, I stumbled to my feet, “Let me, help” help? Really Sarah, you made this mess, of course you have to 'help'I pressed the napkins against his chest, patting it continuously like a malfunctioning robot, “See? Good as new, not even a stain” I mumbled struggling to keep him in focus.Except he wasn't blurry, everything else was, his eyes looked silver? That had to be alcohol. Great. Now, I'm seeing anime eyes in real life.His mouth
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