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Frankly, Emma couldn’t care less, but nodded appreciatively as she downed her drink Even with the multiple types of liquor in it, the LIT still didn’t have enough alcohol to make this pasty loser seem tolerable

As if he sensed her boredo on about the speakers It’s just that anything technological like video gaets me excited”

Figures he would be a gaust

“Drink up,” she encouraged him

They sat for a good thirty er droned on endlessly about technology, superheroes and video ga about some blonde princess named Zelda Whoever she was, Emma felt sorry for her

Ti Roger in the face, glasses and all

“Let’s dance” Eer’s hands and pulled him to the dance floor, which had now taken over the entire club Moving with the er was not that coordinated He stu his arms like a deflated puppet

Roger didn’t even notice Clearly the alcohol had kicked in As the bass thuer waved his ar about techno music and how much he loved it Emma couldn’t wait for the

night to end Talk about a terrible waste of an awesoet her back in some other time so she could actually enjoy herself

Roger was co around like a seasick sailor, he stopped right in front of her

Uh-oh, E to be bad

“You’re so unbelievably beautiful,” Roger slurred “My princess” And in one quick motion, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his worister this invasion, he squeezed her—hard—and lowered his head, atteue down her throat

“Let go of et free

When he showed no signs of doing so, she yanked out of his grasp and slapped hith The force of this motion, coupled with the alcohol and his lack of coordination, sent Roger reeling back a few steps

Angry red fingerprints marred his face He looked stunned