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To say that Jace was fuming would have been an understatement. He wasn’t even sure what had just happened in the last ten minutes, but he did know that he had pissed off Amanda and wanted to get drunk. A small voice in the back of his head kept telling him that he ought to apologize, but as for right now Jace Russo could not - and would not - be the bigger man. 

Storming back over to the table where the rest of his old friends gathered, Jace’s mind was caught in a state of [i]’What the actual fuck’[/i]. Reclaiming his place in his chair, he folded his hands into a fist on the table in front of him. He looked over to the pool just in time to see Tessa shove Grayson into the deep end.

[color=bbeefb]”I hope he drowns,”[/color] the man grumbled before turning to the people around him. [color=bbeefb]”Do any of you guys have any advice for what to do when you make an ass out of yourself at your high school reunion?”[/color] 

It would be at the moment that his phone would buzz, signaling that he had a text message from Pizza Hut. It seemed as if their manager needed quality check on two of their medium pies. If Jace hadn’t have been so pissed, he would have sent them a bunch of emojis and a long text explaining just how delicious said pizzas looked. Unfortunately he was to pissed off to focus. He sighed, closing out the message and sitting his phone down on the table. 

[color=bbeefb]”While we’re at it, does anyone want to get wasted?”[/color]
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