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"Efe lookin' for me."
"And?"
"And?! Bro! Efe's lookin' for me—and she never look for me."
Darius laughed, the sound of a shaker rattling in the background. Glass clicked against wood as the drink was passed to Justin.
"She your sister, bro. She always lookin' for you."
Justin took a sip—and spat it out instantly
"What the hell is this?! Trash…"
Daurin—tall, smooth in his movements—lifted a brow and murmured the name of an expensive French wine, the kind you sip like it's history.
Justin's eyes bulged.
"You—you opened that bottle? For me?"
Vex, the bartender with a short fuse and a mean stare, snatched the glass back and shot Justin a look. Justin just whistled like a guilty kid.
"C'mon, it don't taste that bad…"
"You still gon' pay me that fifty dollars, right? You borrowed five hundred, held five thousand—came back wit' old bills like you tryna rob a museum. I'ma do a very proper calculation when I get home."
Justin grin, fake-sweet
