“Probably not, sadly. But I can sit by you and drink other things while you carry on; I don’t mind.” She spun the glass under her fingertips. “I hope you’re not one of those tiresome people who insists, because you’ll be carrying me out of here quite quickly if you do.”
Damon laughed. “Well, as long as you’re interesting company, you’re definitely welcome~” He never turned away a pretty girl, and this just sounded intriguing. He snorted. “No insistence here, but if you do, I will absolutely carry you out.”
She rolled her eyes, mouth curving in a crumpled smile that was clearly suppressing laughter. “Slow down there Adonis.” She pushed the glass at the bartender with a quick flick of fingertips. “Daiquiri, but be kind to a lightweight,” she ordered. One hand came up to brace her chin. “So if we’re not talking about why you’re drinking like the world has just ended, what are we talking about?”
“It’s your funeral, I suppose. You better give the bartender your keys, though, or me, if I’m supposed to be your drinking partner now.”
“Takes a little more than that to kill me.” He slid a glass toward her. “Depends. Can you keep up?”
“Probably not, sadly. But I can sit by you and drink other things while you carry on; I don’t mind.” She spun the glass under her fingertips. “I hope you’re not one of those tiresome people who insists, because you’ll be carrying me out of here quite quickly if you do.”
