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I’lass, eyeing it suspiciously “Cheers,” I responded, raisinga sip The liquor burns its way down h I hate whiskey

Drinking with this erous

But he’s playing a gaame to win

I steal a glance overfor them to let me handle this

“Eyes on me, sweetheart”

I whip my head back to look at hiirls”

A wide grin spread on his face He looks like he’s getting off on this back and forth I’ht before he kills me

He takes another swig fro it

“So tellto rob me”

“Right to the point” I note

“Not trying to waste time here”

“You’re Italian?” I ask, drawing his attention off of the subject at hand

“I ask the questions here But yes, you don’t already know that?”

“No, I didn’t” I swirl the relass

He ponders this for a moment “What did you know before you came here?”