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Shit, he probably needed years of therapy He kneas fucked up, so that had to count for soht?

“Good fight?” Rocket asked as he took an e’s table Rocket wasn’t ’s view Unless the ht, apparently

“Not bad Won before the second round was over” Jig sipped his drink and tried to keep his focus on Rocket instead of stealing glances at the warrior wo with his head

“Good deal What the fuck you doing sitting over here like so over the prom queen?”

An innocent enough question, but Rocket had no idea how it sliced into Jig’s gut His wife had been proo, it had been the iven her his, and thought she’d be the only wousted if she had any idea how le shit about The hiusted, but now, dead inside, he didn’t give a shit

“Fuck off, Rocket”

“That’s all you got? Thought you were supposed to be the smart one”

“What’s up with you? You’ve been in a shit mood for weeks Ever since you pulled that chick froo, Rocket had rescued a wohest bidder She’d been in piss-poor shape when Rocket found her, and so had been off with him ever since

“I’saw Like why you can’t seeo after that sexy as fuck woman who has your dick all twisted up”

Jig drained his glass and grunted Fuck, he needed a few o after her Not interested”

“Here”—Rocket slid his nearly full glass across the table—“I’ood with all the puppy-dog looks LJ’s sending her way?”

Fuck So, it hadn’t been his iination LJ had a hard-on for the sexy tattoo artist “LJ’s a fuckin’ child He doesn’t stand a chance”