ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝕸𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝕾𝘁͟𝗼͟𝗿͟𝗺

slamming his money a little too harshly onto the countertop, squaring his shoulders as he blocks blaire from this assholes view. “ keep your eyes on me, buddy. ”

“ it's not jealousy. you walk in there with me and do that? it's disrespect. ” he ran his hand through his hair, expression twisted into one of annoyance. “ if he's so cute stay. make a life for yourself, you wanna be with a little piss baby, it's not my problem. ”

then go do whatever you want damn. moping around in my car.

got a hot date anyway.

crybaby.

bitch.

over exaggerating. looking out for your safety since you wanna run around with strange guys.

nice. sure he is blaire, he's trying to get into your pants.

i'll be sure to let sammy know you're whoring yourself around at every motel we stop at.

ain't jealous of a chick who'll let anyone hit.

i'll leave your ass here with your new boyfriend then, will i?

well you better go get on your knees and beg him to let you stay with him. because i don't want you.

boo fucking hoo. you wanna hang with him, you hang with him. don't let me cramp your style. [ he loomed over her, dark eyes full of anger and annoyance ]

then you have no reason to be having a drink with him. we ain't never seeing these pe-- aww, you crying? grow up, blaire.

yeah, yeah. you said to piss me off. [ nothing new there. dean glanced over at the guy in question. ] go wait in the car.