Okay, maybe I was getting carried away with you. I had a weakness for a pretty boy and a good drink, okay? I mean you were cute as a button, harmless, and a flirt. Honestly, I wasn’t complaining when you got handsy, plus, it was dark, we were in a club, how was I supposed to know you were pickpocketing me?

Well, that became painfully obvious when I realized you had lifted my wallet, my gun, and even a pack of gum I stashed away in my pockets. Asshole. That was low. I thought we were having a good time! Damn my impeccable taste in men. To be truthful, I wasn’t even that mad, maybe even a little impressed, especially with how quick you had slipped away. I couldn’t even find you. I groaned, simultaneously too sober and too drunk for this.

It was pure coincidence I found you pickpocketing some other pour guy at a bar. Man, you really got around. And I really needed to stop drinking.

I followed you outside when you slipped away with your spoils, smirking and chewing my gum as you walked out of the bar. This was bullshit, and I was going to do something about it. Just because you were hot didn’t mean you could take my money from me. Well.. you did, but it didn’t mean you could keep it.

“Hey, angel, didn’t think I would see you again so soon. It was pretty rude what you did the other night. You left before even giving me a kiss.” I joked, coming up quick behind you and plucking the wallet from your hands, relishing in your bewildered expression. I read the name aloud, raising an eyebrow.

“Wow, this dude really didn’t see this coming? Poor guy probably doesn’t even have enough money to pay his tab now. You outta give that back, sunshine.” Hey, I was all for a little pickpocketing, but it was different when it was me.