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Quinn tapped his shot glass on the bar. He found a quiet little place about five blocks away from Margot’s house. The bartender filled his glass up for the fifth time. He banged back the whiskey with no problem. He was feeling damn good now; the liquor was starting to kick in. Quinn had no idea how much time passed, or what shot he was on, when Remi sat down next to him.
“I have been looking all over for you, my friend,” Remi said, concerned.
“Did your sister tell you to come find me?” Quinn sneered, his words slurred.
“No. All she said was that you two argued and you left. I felt the need to look for you,” Remi said.
“Well, you found me, so now you can leave.”
“I will not,” Remi said evenly.
“Listen, dude, nothing you say is going to change anything. Margot fucked up big time,” Quinn muttered and threw back his latest shot.
“What did she do?” Remi asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Quinn narrowed his eyes at Remi. Did he really not know, or was he playing dumb? “You can’t tell me that Margot didn’t tell you what we fought about.”
“She did not. She said that she was not telling Colette or me anything else about what goes on between you two,” Remi said sincerely.
“She’s got that right because there is no ‘us two’ anymore; never really was, we were never together. She’s not my girlfriend and she sure as shit made that permanent,” Quinn mumbled drunkenly.
Remi frowned. “What did she do?” he asked again.
“She doesn’t know how to keep her goddamn mouth shut! That’s what she did! What happened between us should have stayed between us! I don’t want the whole world knowing my fucking business and I espesh...espeshially...dammit, you know what I’m sayin. I don’t want her family knowing about what goes on behind closed doors.”
“I understand. You are a very private man.”
“Yes, I am!”
“Margot did not mean to hurt you. This I am sure of,” Remi said with certainty.
“Good for you. You want a fucking cookie or something? Cause I really don’t give a shit if you’re sure or not.” Quinn snorted and caught the bartender for another shot.
Remi said something to the man in French after he poured the shot. Quinn wasn’t stupid; he knew what Remi just did.
“Did you just fucking cut me off?” Quinn snapped.
“Yes, you have had plenty to drink, my friend,” Remi said grimly.
Quinn glared at Remi as he tossed the shot back. He shoved off the stool and immediately stumbled into an empty table. Shit, he was seriously trashed. Remi’s hand closed around his bicep but Quinn wrenched out of his grasp.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he shouted belligerently, getting wary glances from other people in the bar.
Quinn somehow made his way over to the wall where the coat hooks were. He grabbed his coat and slipped into it with much difficulty. He swayed and shifted on his feet as the room spun. Shit, he couldn’t remember the last time he has gotten this drunk. Damn Margot. This was her fault! Quinn staggered to the door and out onto the sidewalk. He would have fallen flat on his face, but Remi was right behind him, and caught him around the waist. Didn’t matter, he would have rather fallen on his face than have another man grab him from behind.
Quinn lashed out; he shoved away from Remi and turned to face him. Touch me again, my man, and I’m going to rearrange your face,” Quinn growled low and pointed at him.
Remi rolled his eyes. “If you say so.”
“I mean it. Don’t fucking touch me again.”
Remi gave him a nod. “Fine, I will let you fall next time.”
Quinn’s lip curled in a sneer as he turned back around and started down the sidewalk. Jesus, he was seeing double he was so hammered. How many shots did he do? Fifteen maybe? He had no idea. Quinn paused and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the world would stop tilting. Nope, didn’t work. He opened his eyes and kept going, Remi staying close behind him the whole way back to the house.
Quinn stumbled noisily in the front door and dropped his coat on the floor. The house was dark, so he was guessing that everyone was in bed. He had no idea what time it was, nor did he really care, he was going to give Margot a piece of his mind. Quinn crawled up the stairs with Remi in tow. When he got to the top, he pulled himself to his feet with the banister, and then practically hugged the wall until he made it to her room. He opened the door and stepped into the darkened room, immediately walked into what he suspected was a dresser, and bit out a vicious curse. That’s when the lamp by the bed flicked on and Margot sat up. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy ponytail, and her face was free of makeup. She looked so beautiful and it just pissed him off even more.
