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That’s just great.
Twisting my head, my bleary-eyed gaze locked on none other than Joey Lynch, phone in hand, as he swaggered towards me.
“Fighting with your shadow again, Molloy?”
“I’ll fight you,” I grumbled, reaching behind me to check that my wings were still intact. “My wings are fine, asshole.”
“Got a spare chip?”
“Nope, not for you,” I growled, stuffing a fistful of chips into my mouth in a very unladylike way. “They’re all mine.”
“What are you doing out here on your own?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, jackass; I’m clearly sulking,” I huffed, voice still slightly slurred from the alcohol in my belly. “What are you doing?”
Shrugging, he slid his phone into his jeans pocket. “Waiting for a friend.”
“Oh, so youhavefriends?” I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were opposed to the idea.”
With an amused expression etched on his sickeningly good-looking face, Joey strolled over to where I was sitting. “Ah, that’s not entirely true.” Winking, he reached into my bag and swiped a chip. “I’m only opposed to you, Molloy.”
That small act of theft caused an unreasonable surge of violence to grow inside of me.
“Oh, look at me,” I heard myself grumble as I made a terrible attempt to mimic his voice. “I’m Joey Lynch. I’m so hard, I’m so tough. I’m not friends with girls, even though I like to steal their chips and pick fights with their boyfriends.” Frowning, I held up a hand and swiftly corrected myself. “Ex. That’s right. He’s myex-boyfriend, because he sure as hell isn’t my current one. Dick.”
Laughing at my reaction, Joey shook his head and said, “You’re a messy little drunk, aren’t ya?”
“No,” I corrected, slapping his hand away from my chip when he reached for another. “I’m a woman on the edge.”
“The drama’s that deep, huh?”
“Yes, and here’s why,” I snapped, grabbing another chip from his hand when he sideswiped me. “I have been very publicly labeled a slut tonight by my former boyfriend, that’s right…“ I paused for dramatic effect, before continuing, “myformerboyfriend,who, for your information, has never had the privilege of being even remotely slutty with me.” Huffing out a breath, I muttered, “And that’s not for the want of him trying, either.”Constantly.
Joey’s brows shot up as he stood in front of me. “You and Ricey aren’t…”
“No, we’re not sleeping together,” I spat, narrowing my eyes. “God, what do you take me for?” I quickly reached up and clamped a hand over his mouth. “You know what, don’t answer that. I don’t need any relationship advice from you.”
Rolling his eyes, Joey reached up and peeled my hand from his mouth. “Jesus, Molloy,” he growled, tongue snaking out to taste his bottom lip. “How much vinegar did you put on those chips?”
“The perfect amount,” I replied, slipping a finger into my mouth to sample what he clearly had when I put my hand on his mouth. “Okay,” I conceded, holding my finger back up. “I may have been a little overly generous with the bottle.”
“You don’t think?” His tone was laced with sarcasm.
“Hey, don’t judge me,” I defended huffily. “I already told you that I’m a woman on the edge. I can’t be held responsible for my lack of judgement when it comes to pouring vinegar. Clearly, if tonight’s anything to go by, I’m not a very good judge of anything.”
“Well, my judgement’s just fine, Molloy, and I can tell you that it’s your boyfriend who’s the prick in this situation.” Shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, Joey added, “If he’s pressuring you, then walk. You have all the time in the world for that bullshit.”
“Ex.” My face burned with heat. “And by bullshit, you mean sex?”
“Would you prefer if I said fucking?” he offered, not missing a beat. “Look, do whatever you want, but if you want my advice, you shouldn’t give yourself away to the likes of him.”
“The likes of him?"
“Someone who’s supposed to care about you, but then puts hands on you and calls you a slut when he doesn’t get his own way.”
“As opposed to the boy who once called meeasy.”
“There are a few big differences between us,” came his amused reply, as he leaned closer, so close that I could smell the distinct fragrance of his lynx. "Look, all I'm saying is you can do better than Paul Rice."
