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  I have to get snake out of here before he realizes through his drunken haze that the Seth Martins they keep mentioning at his club was the sand Seth Martins he was looking for. Or one of his guys recognize him and relay the message to snake.

  "Hey, you are Tiger right?" I ask a delta that I had seen with Snake the previous night, also heard someone call him Tiger. I had snickered to myself then, wondering if they were forming a jungle or something of that sort amongst themselves. 

  "Yes I am! You are Snake's girl right?" he shouted. I wince, his voice was quite strong and thankfully he was not that drunk.

Also, I don't know how I feel about the snake girl thing. I'm not his girl. I'm not anybody's girl.

  "Snake said I should call you to take him home. He is quite drunk."

He has a look of disbelief on his over crowded face, 

  "Snake? He said that?"

I don't hesitate as I continue my lie,