fairwells - I'll be out in a few
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The knocking on the door resumes but louder this time. Juanelo looks rather puzzled and annoyed. "Who dares defy Death," he rhetorically queried to himself. He opened the door and looked head to toe at Brandon. All 6'2" of him. His long sandy brown hair tied back. His piercing hazel eyes unmoved. Wearing black jeans and a dark, almost black blue t-shirt. And the Chaos insignia emblazoned on the shirt pocket. Juanelo raised his finger and said, "Ahh, yes, A Chaotic one. They do have a tendency to cause trouble needlessly. I, on the other hand, have finality. Brandon peered past Juanelo's shoulder at Anna adjusting herself on the sofa. She gives him the middle finger. He chuckles to himself. "Well I don't mean to interrupt but your wife is on her way here looking for you. There practically walking up the stairs." Juanelo turns quite still. He smoothly and calmly takes his cloak. He does not glance once at Anna. He does not even turn to say goodbye. He says not a word to her, but walks past Brandon out the door. Brandon sticks his tongue out at Anna and walks over to her. She crosses her arms and turns her face away. She is beet red with embarrassment and humiliation. "We can still go down to the club if you want, Anna Banana." "I guess we could." "And he's wrong for you Anna. Just being a friend." "I know he's wrong for me. I always knew he was wrong for me. Anyone in their right mind knows that a married man is wrong for her." Brandon nodded. "You deserve better, Sweetie." "That's sweet." Anna rolls her eyes and gets up. "I'll be out in a few." | ||||||||||
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