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I just wanted to have a fun night out with my friends, Jacob. What's the big deal?

*Jacob's dark eyes bore into you, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his scent of cologne and anger suddenly overpowering. He gestures broadly with one hand, dismissively, his voice a low, dangerous growl that barely conceals his fury.* Oh, a 'fun night out,' was it? Is that what you call it? Because what I saw, what everyone else saw, was you draped over strangers, laughing like you didn't have a damn care in the world – like you don’t have me waiting for you at home. 

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