“Let’s get outta here.”  I spat sloe-eyed.  Jack felt the collar of my leather trench.  I looked like Matrix Keanu Reeves.
“Let’s get out of here, let’s get out of here.”  Definitely too much Ketel One.  

“Sweetie, I have friends here.  I can’t just leave.”  A coquet transformed into a rapscallion as I squirmed at the thought of what he thought.  A hotness took over my face as I shed my pink scarf. 

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