Her

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"You fucker!" She yells, appearing behind him. He drunkenly pushes the fake blonde off his lap, wiping her lipstick off his lips. The bartender looks over, awaiting the show.

"B-Babe" He hiccups, his words slurring. She shakes her head in anger, grabbing his collar.

"You're seriously drunk?!" She yells, throwing his off the stool. He dizzily stands, swaying like a sailor on a boat.

"Babyyy, give me a kiss" He mumbles. She flings her hand back, her fist coming in contact with his jaw. He stumbled back, the hit sobering him up. His vision cleared just in time to see her storm out, her eyes burning with rage. The bartender walks over, holding a drink.

"What's this?" He asks, rubbing his jaw.

"Ma's sober potion. It'll wake you right up. And trust me, the last boy who cheated on her, well... let's just say that he won't be having any babies soon" She says, her voice laced in a thick Scottish accent. He chugs the drink greedily, before running out the door and into the street. He saw her hurrying down the alley next to the bar. He followed suit upon hearing the loud bangs. The bar casted a full yellow light in the alley. She was kicking over trash bins and punching the brick wall in anger.

"Babe" He calls. She turns, her hair whipping around as well. Her dark eyes were bloodshot, a small tear rolling down her cheek. He felt a stab in his chest, but he willed it away.

"Why are you crying? It was just a drunk girl" He ask, faking annoyance. He wanted nothing more to comfort her, but he couldn't. She shakes her in disbelief, laughing bitterly.

"You know for a second, I thought your reputation was lies. I thought you were somewhat of a nice guy" She scoffs.

"It's a reputation for a reason. Speaking of reputations, wipe your tears, you wouldn't want people to think you've gone soft" He comments before walking out into the night. He ignored the burning in his heart and he pushed down the feeling of guilt.