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Jiet Grant froolf pro a douchebag Not a good thing He'd regret that to his head with an a to convince the new bartender that he was a congressot this," I told the new guy, who looked very relieved

Grant spun around and almost fell over a stool "Hey, Woods! It's you Get me another shot, buddy," he slurred Grant only called people buddy when he was drinking

"Not a chance in hell," I replied "Coht"

Grant jerked his aro home I wanna stay here I like it here It's better here If I go back to h he was still talking really loudly---"she will co his ar him toward the door before he could protest this tiain

"She is she? Really? Man, how much have you had to drink?"

Once ere outside, Grant looked around and realized we had been walking "A, damn You tricked o to your place? You need to sleep this off"

Grant looked around us like he was looking for sohly important secret

"She's Nan Always Nan And she's pissed When she gets pissed she gets possessive, then naughty, then she does things and I end up letting her, but now I don't want to let her 'cause I don't even like her So I can't go ho he had said made sense except that he didn't like Nan Neither did the rest of the world I was pretty da that said NanHater

"You want to crash in one of the rooms here?" I asked him as he stumbled and sat down on a bench

"Can I? She can't find me here Can she?"

I was pretty sure I hadn't seen hi school Nan had done a number on him "You would think by now you would have learned your lesson about o near her?"

Grant let out a loud sigh and leaned forward

"Do not puke on the damn brick It's a country club, dickhead, not a bar"

He lifted his head and his eyes were glassy "It ain't Nan that'sme drink It's her She's so damnso damnhell, I don't knohat she is She messed up my head She fucked me over, literally She won't see uarded like the damn queen Bunch of damn rock stars act like I'm a problem I'm not a problem I just want to see her I need to explain"