Tough Love
I took it out of his hand and look at him with so much anger.
“I’m just asking, man,” he said with fear trembling in his voice.
“I don’t date. When I am done playing, I get myself a new one.” I pressed the small glass against his chest. He nodded, and I turned to the bar.
I rather get drunk than have all these unfamiliar feelings escaping from their jar.
“Who wants shots, ladies?” I picked up the tray and when I turned around, Emily was watching me like I was some crazy man trying to get a girl into my bed tonight. We stare at each other for a few seconds when she turned her face, leaving me yet again empty.
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