SCARRED SOLDIER
“Whatever, just go and stop pestering me or I’ll beat the crap out of you. I will be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Kay, your call. If you need me, I’ll be on the floor.”
“You got it.”
Annabelle brought the red cup to her mouth when Jenny was already out of her sight, ‘Wha--? Is this even a juice? I can’t tell which flavor they are using.’ It might be one of those cheapskate brands. But by the time she had her third sip, the juice tasted fine. ‘Not bad.’
“Hey, Miss, are you alone? Wanna dance with me?” The man in a red tee and cargo shorts reeked of alcohol and from the way he spoke, she could tell that he is already drunk.