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Throwing a bit of shade at a fellow PL

I'm at Club Desire sitting at the bar. I'm on a bar corner stool, so the guy on the next stool sits at a 90 degree angle to me. I'm going to say that he's in his early/mid 60s.

A pretty, thickish blonde bounces up, lands in his arms, and says:

BLONDE: I just texted you all my sizes so you can buy me that stuff I need for my vacation.

GUY: Yeah, I got it.

BLONDE: Make sure everything gets delivered before Monday so I can try it on before I go.

GUY: No problem. Don't worry about it.

BLONDE: Okay. Thanks, hon. (detaches herself) I'll be back.

GUY: Yeah. Okay.

Pretty blonde heads to the VIP area, where another guy waits for her. They disappear into a VIP room. Me and GUY sit quietly for a few moments.

GUY (towards me): (•͡˘㇁•͡˘)

CMI (towards guy): ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

GUY: I don't wanna hear it. Not a fuckin' word.

CMI: Fine.