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“Loyal, eh?”
“But worried,” I reply, exasperated. “If you knew Finn, you’d understand. He’s full of surprises. I never can predict what’s going to happen next. I think he enjoys taking a beating.”
“Fuck. You really are in love with him.”
More silence. Then abruptly, the fight club in the next room falls silent.
I tense. Something big just happened.
The man next to me stands. “Let me leave you with this. Love is like whiskey goggles, it impairs you. Love, Clarissa, blinds your judgment.”
He finishes his beer. “Finn just won.”
Shrieks, cheers, and “holy shites” erupt from behind us.
But my complete, utter attention is on the stranger. He used my name. I. Never. Told. Him. My. Name.
What else?“You know Finn?”
There’s a hint of a nod. “He’s why I approached you. I have a message for him. And, in consideration of our conversation, a message for you, as well.”
I blink.
“Another place, another time, and things might be different. Right now? Bad motherfucking timing.” He sets the beer bottle on the bar. It wobbles back and forth, back and forth, before settling.
“Disappear, Clarissa. If you don’t leave, you’re going to get hurt.”
