Beauty and her Beast: Tony Perry Imagine (PTV)

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Y/N's POV:

" Bitch. "

" Jerk. "

" Prick. "

" Oh god, please can we not start this now? " Jaime asks setting down his drink. We're at the bar and of course asshole Tony was invited.

" It depends if she's gonna keep acting like a bitch. " Tony says leaning back in his seat and downing his shot.

" Oh I'm being a bitch? Says the talking baboon. " I say leaning back in content.

" Oh come on, was that really necessary Y/N- "

" A talking Baboon?! Are you kidding me? You might as well be a fucking toilet there's so much shit coming out your mouth. "

" Alright guys can you please st- "

" Cunt bag. " I say under my breath

" Skank. " he mumbles under his breath

"Guys this needs to- "

" Pencil Dick. " I retort a bit louder then before.

" ENOUGH! " Vic yells slamming his hand on the table, grabbing the attention of everyone within a 5 table radius.

" Dipshit. " He adds quickly before slumping back in his seat.

" Shut the fuck up! " Vic says angrily to him. 

" Seriously though, what the hell happened between you two? You guys used to get along like brother and sister, and now it's like you're each other's worst enemy. What the hell happened to you two? " 

We both sit in silence for the first time tonight and I start thinking. We did used to be really close. Hell, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a crush on him at one point. Maybe I still do honestly. But somehow we just ... drifted, I guess.

" Know what? I'm done tonight. Jaime, Mike and I are leaving and you two will have to get a ride with each other. " he angrily gets up and grabs his keys while the guys follow soon after.

We continue to sit and stare at each other for a few more minutes until he grabs his stuff.

" I'm going to the bar. " he mumbles under his breath before leaving me alone at our table. I sigh and wave down a waitress asking for a few shots.

An hour later

It's been an hour since Tony went to the bar and I have yet to see him since. I sip on my margarita, the alcohol burning my throat as I swallow the drink. I continue on with this, playing with my phone until I feel a shift in weight next to me.

"Hey baby, what're you doing here all alone? " he asks with a cheesy smile.

" Sorry dude, not interested. " I say taking another sip.

" Oh come on babe, don't be a bitch. Let's get out of here and have a good time at my place. "
I look at him in annoyance and repeat myself.

" First off, don't call me a bitch. And second, I said I'm not interested pencil dick. "

I grab my phone and try to get up when I feel the guy grab my arm roughly and pull me back down on the seat.

" I said you're coming with me. " he growls under his breath getting too close for comfort.

" Let go of me! " I say loudly trying to get out of his grasp, but his grip only gets stronger.

" Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it you whor- "

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