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Hey...wash shore name?” he asked, his articulation long gone. “Go away.” I spoke clearly and rudely, knowing he wouldn’t even remember in the morning. It didn’t seem to faze him in the least. “Wanna go up shtairs? They have a pool table,” he said drawing out the L’s in pool table just a tad too long. Nicole coughed discreetly next to me to cover her giggle at the drunk’s poor attempts at a pickup. “No. Go away.” This time, I added a glare to go with the words. He looked beyond me with a startled expression, which quickly relaxed into a smile. “Oh, god it man. Sheesh yours.” He ambled away, and Nicole and I turned to look at Clay. “What did you do?” I said. Maybe some secret man-sign for “not interested.” Whatever he’d done had worked well. I hoped I could learn it. Clay flashed his teeth, showing elongated canines. I heard Nicole’s whispered “whoa” and glared at him. If he kept flashing his teeth, people would start panicking. “If
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