Mary shrugged, drink in hand. "Well, he spent the whole night we met trying to get the attention of the bartender-" she nodded her head back towards Patroclus "-and barely even looked at me. So either he's gay or I'm not his type. Either way, that dick has remained unsucked by these exquisite lips."
A sip of her drink and then and she leaned in, that mean little smirk coming back. "Why you out there asking people if they're fucking me, Judas? Looking to become my pimp, or you jealous?"