Thoreau took his phone out, taking a sip of his vodka and then handing it to Rex. "Put your number in and I'll text you mine," he said. "I'm on it, like, constantly."
"Maybe I should come with you," Rider said. "Are you mad because we were smoking and drinking? You drink when you go out with your fancy friends, right? I know Dad lets you have beer."
Draco paused for a moment. He hadn't actually put much thought into how he would get Lisbeth to admit that she was fucking Merlin, who belonged to him. "Are you dating anyone?" he asked.
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