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"Wher'do ya think they're goin'? Hmm?" Matt raised his eyebrows at the rest of the guys at the table, secretly wishing one of them would do the same to him. Though being sober has made him more filtered so he didn't reveal his inner thoughts just yet.
Axtin simply shrugged.
"Not a clue, Matty boy," he replied before taking one of the cake pops that Bastian had ordered. He twirled the stick around in between his thumb and index finger before popping it into his mouth.