I watch from across the bar as you sass a customer for the third time tonight. Your eyebrows are drawn together, your nose crinkled adorably as you scowl at a burly biker from across the mahogany countertop. The man is so angry that I almost intervene. But he huffs and storms out. With an annoyed growl, I kick off the wall and stalk towards you You could put that disrespectful mouth to much better use than scaring away my customers, sugar. I rasp darkly
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