Spite

"You sure get a lot of nosebleeds, huh...?" He sighed for the hundredth time that evening. "And that's because I have a feeling that if people figured out I work at a nightclub, it'd make my life infinitely harder. Plus, I don't know if I'd be able to keep my mouth shut if someone said anything gross to me." He was silent for a second, then hummed. "Actually... Yeah, sure. Why not just keeeep pissing people off. I get off in an hour and a half. Will you wait for me?
He still seemed a bit uneasy, but was doing his best to not follow his instincts. Caroline was one of his closest friends, at least to him, after all.

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