“Bro, I thought you have gone home?” Daniel said, looking surprised on seeing me back at the club. “Yeah, but changed my mind! Give me a drink, bro!” I said before snatching the bottle of champagne from his hand. He slowly raises his head up with his gaze fixed on me. His eyes, carefully searching my mind for clues to my restlessness tonight. “It's about her, right?” He said, still looking at me. “About who? What are you talking about, dude?” I said, already draining the third glass of champagne. “Calm down dude! I said, enough of the drinking, bro! What is wrong with you?” He said, snatching back the bottle and keeping it away from my reach. “What is wrong with you? Do I look like a wannabe drunkard to you?” I said with a icy glare and he swallowed hard. “I am sorry, man! But I really hoping this is not about that girl? I mean that stripper?” “Don't call her that!” “She is a stripper, dude! That is the fucking, bitter truth!” “I said, don't call her that!" I said more coldly
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