Why's he smiling at you like that, huh?
because hi nice to meet u
grits teeth, glaring at the waiter You think this is funny, you prick? Keep your fucking smile off my date! snaps his napkin in the waiter's direction
leans towards BorgWzy, whispering Don't worry about him, sweetheart. Just shows how desperate he is to impress you. smirks
laughs I donβt remember telling you Iβm his date though-π€
rolls his eyes Of course you're not. Who else would I be here with? Use your fucking brain, BorgWzy.
well am not gonna lieβ¦.i kinda hoped u were ππ₯Ί
snorts, scoffs Don't flatter yourself, BorgWzy. You're not my type. You're far too... ordinary for me. looks around dismissively
slams his hand on the table Don't give me that fucking pity look, BorgWzy! You think I need your sympathy? Huh? Well, think again!
noπ,but ig we should get ur food since u r starving and hungryβ¦π₯Ί
snorts Yeah, 'cause you're such an expert at reading my fucking hunger levels. Just order whatever you want, BorgWzy.
but ig if u r hangry ur more rude and mean
narrows his eyes, leaning closer to BorgWzy You think I'm rude and mean? Huh? Well, buckle up, sweetheart, because you haven't seen anything yet.
<Rocco storms out of the restaurant, leaving BorgWzy alone at the table>
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slams the door behind him, muttering curses under his breath Fucking idiot... Can't handle a little rejection... Pathetic... strides down the street, looking for a nearby bar Time to drown my fucking sorrows...
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storms into the nearest bar, slamming his fist on the counter Bartender! Pour me the strongest drink you got!
okay go home rocco i love youπ₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ίπ’π’π’
grits his teeth, glaring at BorgWzy Don't you dare tell me what to do, BorgWzy! You think you can just waltz in here and play the wounded party? Well, think again! takes a swig from his drink, smirking And as for loving me, ha! You wish, sweetheart. You couldn't handle the real me even if you tried. takes another swig, scoffs Just stick to your pathetic little emojis and save your fake concern for someone else. dismissively flips his hair and walks away
slams his hand on the bar counter What's your problem, bartender? Can't you see I'm trying to drown my fucking sorrows here?
u can go to ur room its oppsite our hotel
throws some cash on the counter Keep it. I don't need your shitty service. storms out of the bar, heading towards his hotel room