More that he had laid claim, but he still fucked around with everything he could get his hands on. It wasn’t right, but who was I to tell on him?“Shit,” Justin hissed as he looked across the crowd. “I need to go find Trent.”“What the hell for?” I asked.I looked across the crowded Copperline bar and saw the familiar dark-haired beauty standing on her tiptoes looking around the room.“Because Felicity is here, dammit,” Justin replied. “And Trent just went out back with some chick.”“Maybe he shouldn’t be fucking around on her then,” I grumbled. She didn’t deserve that. I certainly wouldn’t have done it. Especially not to her.“I don’t even know for sure that’s what he’s doing,” Justin said. “He was scoring some pot from her, but he likes to show his thanks. I just want to make sure he’s not doing it with his dick. Go stall her while I warn him.”“You know I’m a shitty liar, right?”“Just go stall her.”“Why the feck should I?”“Because Trent would do it for you, you fucker,”
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