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dinner part. Sit down meals aren’t really my style. Plus, Theo never invites me to those things, because I’m pretty much guaranteed to seriously offend at least one person. It’s not my fault they can’t handle me. I refuse to be polite to, or make pointless conversation with twats. So, I skipped that shit, and now the party is just about getting started. At least it will do now I’m here, and god do they need me. 
    Theo is sitting with me at the bar, because Lilly is dancing with George on the dance floor. Apparently she refuses to act ‘coupley’, because the entire notion of an engagement party makes her sick. I know this because she said this to him as I was sat right here next to him. I kind of want to high five her for not buying into all this bullshit, but I also feel a little bit bad for him. She would happily hop a plane to Vegas, and yet he’s the one who wants a proper wedding. She’s making him look like a total pussy. It’s brilliant.
    He’s not such a pussy that he organised this shit though. Apparently Cat threw a wobbly, and demanded he let her organise an engagement party, and Theo being Theo, indulges his sister in whatever she likes. He also gives her free reign with his credit card. Bad idea.
    The place is heaving. There must be well over five hundred guests here, and yet, I have no idea who most of them are. Engagement party my arse, this is just fucking bragging rights. ‘Look what I’m tapping.’
    I really can’t believe he’s doing this shit. I have been telling him so for the last half hour.
    He gestures the barman over and orders a scotch.
    “You sure you wouldn’t rather have a Cosmopolitan to go with your vagina?” I ask. He throws me an exasperated look. “I’ll even get them to put an umbrella and a sparkler in it for you.”
    He says nothing, but offers me his middle finger. I laugh.
    I glance around the room, scouting for pussy. There are a few possibilities. I can’t help but look at Lilly on the dance floor. Her and George look like professional dancers, well I guess he is a professional dancer. Damn that girl is hot. She pretty much defines sex, all flaming red hair, and toned curves. No wonder Theo put a ring on it. The fucker won’t do better than that.
    I get smacked in the back of the head. “The fuck?”
    “Stop eye fucking my girl, you prick.” Theo says without even looking at me.
    “I wasn’t. I was admiring George’s moves.”
    “Wow, I thought for sure, you’d never give up the pussy.” He comments.
    “Fuck you. As if.” I snort. “I seriously need some though.”
    He glances toward me, a shit eating grin on his face. “You having a dry spell?”
    I roll my eyes. “Seriously? Don’t ask stupid questions. I got some this morning.”
    “Oh yeah, anyone I know?” He narrows his eyes at me.
    “No it wasn’t fucking Molly. I told you, she wouldn’t touch me with someone else’s now.” Between him and Lilly it’s like matchmaker central around here. Theo keeps telling me to ‘tie that shit down’. Pussy. Lilly keeps telling me that she’ll break my face if I go near Molly, and is setting her up with the surgeon.
    “Well from what I hear, you still have a thing for her.” He cocks an eyebrow.
    I shrug. “If by ‘a thing’ you mean I want to blow my load balls deep in her, then yeah, I have a thing for her.”
    “Fuck, you’re an animal.” He laughs.
    “Ah, don’t pretend you want me any other way, Princess.” I wink and blow him a kiss. He just shakes his head.
    Lilly appears behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and running her hands down his chest.
    His face goes all soft, and loved up. God, it’s enough to make me sick. “Hey sugar.” He practically purrs at her.
    Fuck this. I’m out. I take my drink and move across the room until I find Cat, Theo’s sister, amongst a group of boring businessy looking fuckers. I shove them aside without apology and pull her away. She is of course off limits. I have no fucking