"Fuck you." Mario gagged, the martini cocktail trickling down his reddened face. The rather youngish waitress gave him her middle finger, as she strode away with an empty glass in her hands. "Fuck you, you dirty big thing." She yelled back in a strong French accent. "What did you say?" Wait, Did he hear right? 'You dirty big thing?'He stood there, trying to understand what just happened to him. He instinctively went after her, split second later, but was pushed back by some unfamiliar faces in the bar. For starters, Mario was a six-foot-five, broad shouldered, well-chiseled slithering god. Slithering was Jack's way of qualifying him, because for one, he always had a way with women, plus he had some sexual appeal to his person, more than his best friend ever would. "Slithering." Mario chuckled again, savoring the sound of the words in his dirty, gorgeous head. His smile soon disappeared as he watched the girl swing her finger again in his direction. No one had ever called him
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