Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 8: 7 - Well, How Problematic

"Jason," I called to grab his attention, "Done with your private discussion?"

"It's alpha to you," he glared at me.

"Please, you're lucky I don't call you Wolfie to your face," I rolled my eyes. I turned to the bar tender. "Can I have a drink please? Something strong," I waved my hand.

"Excuse me?" He snapped at my 'Wolfie' comment.

"You're excused," I nodded with a grin.

Our company chuckled.

"Why do you have to be so childish?" He grumbled.

My drink came. "Um, maybe because I am one," I took a sip of it, rolling my eyes.

I made sure dog boy didn't get enough time to respond. "Wow, this is really good," I chuckled. It's like a strawberry lime mix sort of thing. You wouldn't even tell it was alcohol if it didn't leave that burning down your throat.

"Wait, what?" He frowned, snatching my drink.

I scoffed and reached for it, but he put his arm up, blocking me.

"Hey, it's mine. You —"

"How old are you?" He raised an eyebrow.

I froze. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. "Pft, age is but a number." I reached for my cocktail sort of thing again, but he held it farther away.

"You're right, so just tell me yours," he argued, with a smart @ss smirk on his dumb face.

Oh, congratulations. I mentally rolled my eyes. You know how to recycle other people's words.

"Um. . . I'm senmhmn," I mumbled.

"You're what?"

"Sevnmhm."

"What?!"

"SEVENTEEN! I'm seventeen, okay?!"

Silence.

"HAHAHAHA!" He laughed obnoxiously loud, still holding my drink above his head.

You're laugh is beautiful.

I hate you.

I crossed my arms and frowned.

"You're just a baby!" He laughed.

"Am not!"

"You're not even old

"Neither

be mates if there was that much of

this back. Your little

more stress relieving happy

Oh h3ll

pointed to myself, "with my baby brain, has some stupid dog people trying to get the run of my home, the leader of which just happens to be the person I'm destined to spend the rest of my life with, which is just GREAT. Also, it's MY responsibility to fix all this because y'know, why not? It's my freaking house — so you have no right to prevent me from drowning my senses in alcohol

the glass in one go. "Can I have a shot of the strongest thing you have?"

his hand up to slow me down

supposed to have to compensate for our fast metabolisms, I have a pretty high tolerance. I smiled a bright one at the bar tender. "Another one, please. Keep them coming, don't be shy" I turned

I'm tipsy either way so. . . Eh. "If you need to find me, I'll be here," I told Wolfie. I shot the next drink the

And another.

And another.

And a couple more.

And another

And silence.

I got as

surprised by me taking my, what? 20th shot unfazed

raised an eyebrow with a smirk. It's funny seeing him surprised. "Did you think I was kidding about

for a second, then he blinked and shook his head to clear it. "Not happening. You are not going to embarrass me." He pointed at where we are

"Yeah but, Y'know I got an invitation of my own," I raised

on the arm' thing," he smiled fakely, throwing my own words in my face. "You're just a girl that is accompanying me. Nothing more. That's the message we're going for here." He stretched his bitter sweet smile even more, just adding to how staged this whole experience has been.

I remember,"

I tell him it's never

people see me it's probably always going to be something

. .

He nodded swiftly at my

If only

"You're dancing with me." He held out his arm for me to slip

I rolled my eyes.

them," he winked at me. It was mocking. But it still

Freakin'

I hopped off my stool and rested my arm in the crook of his — because, why not? — as I followed him

"I'll be back for you later," I said to the bar, waving

Wolfie let out a

Haha.

but this is one of the first songs that can actually be danced to. This one's still slow, but the rest were too slow. The only people dancing were elders and couples who's opinions of dancing were leaning on each other and slightly shifting their weight from one foot to the other from time to time. But now, the dance floor is becoming more lively and crowded. Bringing a

more boring business talk and completely forced polite chatter amongst, let's be honest,

Doesn't matter which side you're on. There will be plenty of both within reaching distance

most interesting parts to be

And my dance partner is one of my more prominent enemies

How exciting.

to be, towards the middle of the dance floor. He grasped my hand tightly in his and rested

had to restrain myself from inching closer.

much I dislike

He smells so

does he smell so good? He's half dog for crying out

And his

he smiles. I've never seen it up close, but I've noticed it from afar. When he's talking and smiling with people

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