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AS ADRIANA RAN out of the bar, I attempted to follow her when that fuck-nut, Stone, got in my way.
“Leave her be,” he said.
“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?” I said, glaring at him.
He clenched his jaw. “She doesn’t want to see you anymore.”
“Then she can tell me that. Not you.”
“Enough,” said Jenna, getting between us. She turned to me. “Go find her. From the look in her eyes, really wants you to.”
It certainly didn’t look that way to me. But I knew women were complicated and I trusted Jenna’s judgment.
I turned around and raced out of the bar, ready to pummel Stone if he tried stopping me. When I reached the parking lot, it was dark, but I could see Adriana running across the street to the other parking lot. Swearing, I ran after her.
“Adriana!’ I hollered, as she unlocked the door to her car.
“Leave me alone!” she yelled, getting into it. She slammed the door shut.
I reached the car and began hollering at her. “You shouldn’t be driving! You’ve had too much to drink!”
She flipped me off.
“Stone’s going to arrest you!” I shouted at the window. “You’ll get a DWI!”
That brought her to her senses. She scowled and turned off the engine.
“Come on. I’ll drive you home,” I said loudly.
She opened the car door and got out. “No, you won’t,” she said, locking it. “I’ll get a ride from Stone.”
“Fuck that,” I said. “He’s not giving you a ride home. I am.”
“The hell you are,” she said, shivering.
“Where’s your jacket?”
She nodded to her car.
“Give me your keys,” I demanded, holding out my hand. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
“No.”
Before she could respond, I grabbed them from her. “Get in the car, or I swear to God, I’ll pick you up and throw you inside myself. You know I’ll do it.”
She groaned angrily. “Fine. You want to drive me home? Then drive me home. I don’t fucking care,” she said, storming over to the passenger side of the car.
I watched her get in and then I got in.
“Put your seatbelt on.”
She snapped it on angrily.
I started the engine and we began to drive.
“So, you’re not going to say anything?” I said after a few minutes of silence.
“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” she said, putting her coat on.
“Why are you so pissed off?”
She didn’t reply.
Sighing, I turned on the radio. “Any requests?” I grunted. “A ballad, perhaps. You seem to like dancing to those. Especially with dipshit hipsters.”
She laughed coldly. “You should talk. Oh, that’s right. You two weren’t dancing. You were having dry sex.”
I snorted. “Dry sex?”
“Yes. Dry sex.”
“What in the hell is that?”
“Dirty fucking dancing.”
“Did you see me dancing?”
“No, but I saw Jenna shoving her ass against you, and you seemed to be enjoying it.”
“How do you know I was enjoying it?”
She rolled her eyes. “You certainly weren’t stopping her.”
“I wasn’t even paying attention to Jenna. I had my mind on other things,” I said, taking a detour.