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“WELL. HELLO THERE.” DOTTIE SAID, A SMALL seductive smile playing on her lips as she approached the man standing alone with his beer at the brown bar.
"milady.” he says, tipping his hat. his hands clasp thin air - he’s not wearing the hat. “oh no.” he says aloud.
HAS SOMEONE STOLEN HIS HAT ?
no. he left it at the crane. never mind. he looked her up and down, holding his pint before his mouth. “you can take the hat from the man. but not the man . . . from the hat.” he nods to show her he’s said something very wise - a trick he learned when cody showed him the reddit. that’s a piece he’d take to the famous galway restaurant, ‘rockin’ joe’s’. if he didn’t take women there after sleeping with them, kevin would never believe they were real. what a bastard. he hated kevin. hated kevin and his soft lips. his freckled, muscled forearms. his romantic thighs. “will ya have a beer ? or do you want one of them GIRLY drinks ? because,” he slurs, “you’re a female.” it sounds more like ‘yurrafeemle’ when he drunkenly states it.
