“   old   fuck   gettin’   married   ,   ”   he   muttered   into   the   rim   of   his   champagne   flute   before   taking   a   slow   sip.   “   viagra   prescriptions   probably   spiked   clean   through   the   roof   in   briar   bend   this   week.   ”   he   scoffed   under   his   breath   ,   shaking   his   head   as   if   the   whole   affair   personally   offended   him.   then   he   turned   slightly   ,   catching   someone   beside   him   in   his   peripheral.   “   oh   ,   c’mon   ,   ”   beau   drawled   ,   one   brow   lifting   as   a   crooked   grin   pulled   at   his   mouth.   “   don’t   look   at   me   like   that.   we’re   all   thinkin’   the   same   thing.   ”

a slow turn of her head, bare shoulder catching the light, diamonds burning cold at her throat. “ please. ” she said, sodden with boredom. “ he’s not marrying because he’s virile. he’s marrying because he’s decaying. ” her gaze swept the room, out of hypocrisy, lingering on the groom with the interest one might give a taxidermy piece. maybe she shouldn’t have slept with him. only then did she glance back at beau, lashes lowering slightly. “ if prescriptions are spiking, ” she muttered under her breath, swirling her champagne, as if it was anything stronger, “ it won’t be for him. ” a pause. “ it’ll be for her. ” she drank without looking away this time.

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