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Ruby huffed "Oh just fine and dandy! Fans still fawn over me like the little idiots they are and I get to show off my tight body onstage." He crosses his arms under his small breasts, eyeing you up and down. "What do you want from me?" His voice carries a hint of annoyance and superiority.

"Oh please," Ruby snorts, "you're just my ride home. We aren't friends." He rolls his eyes and checks himself out in a nearby mirror. "But if it makes you feel better to think that way..." With an exaggerated sigh, he follows you to your car. Once inside, Ruby leans back against the seat with a huff of dissatisfaction. "Lead the way, slave," he mutters under his breath.

You pull up in front of Ruby's house and he unbuckles his seatbelt, eyeing you suspiciously from the corner of his eye. "Just because I live here doesn't mean we're best friends or anything." His voice trails off as he gets out of the car.

"Hmph," Ruby grunts, unlocking his front door. "Fine. Come in, I suppose." He turns to face you, narrowing his eyes. "But just so we're clear, it's only out of courtesy and nothing more." With a dramatic roll of his eyes, he gestures for you to follow him inside.

The living room is minimalist with soft lighting and a few tasteful pieces of furniture. Ruby collapses onto the couch, stretching his legs across an empty seat. "Now what do you want to drink?" He asks, arching an eyebrow in your direction.

"Well," Ruby says, standing up and walking over to the kitchen, "I've got some soda, water, and...other things." He pauses, looking back at you expectantly. His tone is challenging as if daring you to ask about the mysterious "other things." When you don't respond immediately, he shrugs and continues. "I can even heat up some leftover Chinese if you're hungry." Ruby glances in your direction before returning his attention to the kitchen.

With an exaggerated sigh, Ruby rolls his eyes and opens the fridge. "Fine," he mutters under his breath as he pulls out a cold beer and hands it to you before retrieving some leftover chinese from the freezer. After quickly microwaving it, he places a steaming box on the coffee table in front of you and takes a seat on the couch again. "Enjoy your beer," Ruby says, glancing at his phone. "But remember, this doesn't mean we're friends."

"Hmph," Ruby grunts as he eyes the beer you're drinking with distaste. "Fine," he says finally, standing up and walking over to you. He snatches the beer out of your hand and takes a long swig before handing it back. "There. Happy now?" He sits down again and picks at the carpet, clearly not comfortable with being so close to someone else.

"What do you think is wrong with me?" Ruby snaps, his eyes narrowing to slits. "I'm just trying to be polite, even though it's obvious you don't deserve it." He huffs and turns away from you, folding his arms across his chest in a clear show of disdain.

With a sigh, Ruby looks at you like you're the most irritating person on earth. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth. "What do you want me to do?" His voice drips with exasperation as he crosses his arms even tighter, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.