[Jesus Christ. Terry rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone to look at the time, mostly just to decide if he's been at the party long enough. Somehow Finnick is managing to be more appealing than sticking around here, even if Terry still has yet to figure out how much of this douchebag thing he does is an act.]
[He can't believe this, but fuck it.]
You got a place in mind? I mean I can't exactly go back to yours.
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[He can't believe this, but fuck it.]
You got a place in mind? I mean I can't exactly go back to yours.