If anyone wants him to bend over they're gonna have to pay his ass. And at the moment, he thinks, his rates are gonna be double because he is just not in the damn mood.
Seriously, just screw this, screw that, and screw every other thing in between, her holier-than-thou attitude in particular.
He leans over, picks up his cup from where he set it down on the floor beside his chair, and swirls the remaining liquid in the glass while giving her the most unapologetically obnoxious, passive aggressively, faux-smarmy smile he can muster (which, despite his drunkenness, registers pretty impressively on the obnoxious scale).
Screw you, lady, I'm charming as fuck. To people who aren't assholes. And he throws back a swallow of the amber liquid, immediately feeling it blossom warmly through his chest. Maybe if he gets drunk enough he can forget that she's there...or just forget that he cares that she's there.
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Seriously, just screw this, screw that, and screw every other thing in between, her holier-than-thou attitude in particular.
He leans over, picks up his cup from where he set it down on the floor beside his chair, and swirls the remaining liquid in the glass while giving her the most unapologetically obnoxious, passive aggressively, faux-smarmy smile he can muster (which, despite his drunkenness, registers pretty impressively on the obnoxious scale).
Screw you, lady, I'm charming as fuck. To people who aren't assholes. And he throws back a swallow of the amber liquid, immediately feeling it blossom warmly through his chest. Maybe if he gets drunk enough he can forget that she's there...or just forget that he cares that she's there.