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“Honey, I think if you could have, you would have snatched him off that stage and played him like a guitar.” “No I wouldn’t,” I grumbled. She didn’t need to know that she was right. “Drop it, okay?” She shrugged, snickering at me. “Sure Ash. I understand.” “Cut it out, Amber,” I whispered warningly. “Ladies,” Mickey said as they stopped where we waited. He instantly put an arm around Amber’s shoulders. “Shall we go in? I’m telling you I’m starving.” Amber patted him on the stomach. “Come on, big baby. I’m kind of hungry myself.” They went in together. Cas caught the door from Mickey, gesturing for me to go ahead of him. I nodded my thanks and we followed them to a booth. The place was pretty busy for this time of night. Though it was still early by the internal clocks of the college