"Fucking, Roger!"
Why him?
He had been following the two discreetly at the bar, at a secluded table, and now in the hallway as Roger showed Thalia around the place.
They had been inseparable since Thalia walked out on him on the dance floor. From the hundreds of men in this party, why did it have to be him?
"Fuck it!" He did not want to compete against Roger. Not that he had anything against the man. He was his fucking friend.
"Damn! He is a fucking Saint."
For fucking sake!
He was no match to him.
"Hey! Travis."
Really! Could this night get any worse?
He did not want company, but it was a party. He supposed it was unavoidable as he turned to see his bestfriend standing behind him.
"Who is a fucking saint?" His friend asked as he looked beyond his shoulder.
