Evan took a long inhale of the cigarette, glancing over to make sure he'd gotten to John. He knew that there was something going on between John and the redhead, Teagan. He had no real idea as to what, but he had his ideas. He shook his head, amused at the denial. "Then what is she? If she's not your bitch, then what is she? Oh, I know. You have more than one. She's just one of your bitches. Does she know that? Does she care?" He paused, smirking. "I'm sure, she's doing just fine. I'm sure she's also wild. For you, I mean. Not that I know from experience or anything."