My Bartender

My Bartender

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"Another shot please." Katie ordered. "I think u had enough and to think you're not even legal." Brylle replied. "What made you think Im not legal? i have.." "An Id which im sure is fake." Brylle cut her out and gave her a smirk. "But you were giving me shots earlier." Katie said with a confused expression. "You look like a mess earlier that's why Im giving you shots. i thought you needed them but now i think you had enough." Brylle explained turning his back on Katie. "Whatever. " katie shouted while grabbing her purse and car keys.
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