She just runs a finger down the condensation on the bottle. “That’s not going to get me to open up.”
“Didn’t ask ya t’open up. Told ya t’drink.”
“This is going to be ugly,” she mutters, but does as she’s told.
She just runs a finger down the condensation on the bottle. “That’s not going to get me to open up.”
“Didn’t ask ya t’open up. Told ya t’drink.”
“This is going to be ugly,” she mutters, but does as she’s told.