million dollar high | joshler

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the next night, i saw josh at the club i usually went to. he was alone at the bar, but he wore a smile that slightly faltered when he saw me.

"what are you doing here?" i asked, filling in one of the stools next to him.

"drinking."

"obviously, dumbass. what are you doing here?"

"i kind of like the place. plus, i don't mind seeing you here with your friends."

"well, i came alone tonight. they were busy."

"you coming on to me?"

"no! god, no."

"good because i have a girlfriend."

"what? since when?"

he was joking, right? or maybe what he told me that night was a joke?

"six months or something. she was out of state for a movie deal for the last two weeks though."

"are you fucking serious?"

"yeah. is it so hard to believe?"

how?

"well you're a player so yeah."

he laughed and took a sip of whatever he was drinking, and i took the time to order something from the bartender.

"she came here with me tonight. she just stepped out to make a call."

i couldn't ruin josh anymore even if i wanted to. i wasn't that type of person.

"you fucked me seven times, and you didn't think it'd be a good idea to, i don't know, mention you had a girlfriend? or better yet, never fucked me in the first place?"

"why would you want me to talk about my girlfriend as i rammed into you? weirdo."

i sighed heavily. "you know what i meant."

"it never came up. plus, i thought you already knew."

i guess his girlfriend came back and sat on the other side of him, giving him a kiss on his cheek. i didn't really see her, but i didn't care.

i finished my drink and then left.