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Ichigo cringed as he heard the other laugh a rather daunting laugh, taking a step or two back. His looks alone were nerve-racking, and he'd rather not see him enraged. Amazing how that bouncer hasn't gotten fired yet. Ichigo bet that he wasn't the only one the man would approach so directly. He took nothing the other said seriously, hell, he was barely even listening. All Ichigo wanted was to be left alone, to continue relaxing and do what he came here for in the first place. But no, this prick shows up and ruins the only night in a while that he had to himself. "Urgh..." he groaned, and turned on his heels to walk the other way, heading for a loud, chattering crowd in hopes of throwing the other off and make him lose interest.
But Ichigo halted and froze as he, yet again, felt that heavy hand on his body, this time pressuring his waist. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge, and he quickly pulled away without making eye contact with the other. "How would you know I'm single?" Ichigo argued crossly, although he knew full well that it was true. Hey, anything to get that guy away from him. The guy was talking about wanting to fuck him when they didn't even know each others names. Like hell that was gonna happen. "Go jerk yourself off, bastard," he retorted, and pushed himself past the blue-haired male, towards the door. There was no point hanging around if a club worker was gonna pester him.
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