Sunday, February 23, 2014


Keg's tapped. There are those red cups over there. She pointed to a small table. I saw blue ones he said. Red, blue. Does it matter? Figured you want me to use the red. She pulled out a shot glass from under the table she was working. She opened a drawer and removed a bottle. It's not the good kind. He took the bottle, removed the cap. He took a good long pull. Better? How'd you know? Your hands are shaking. He blushed the blush a person wouldn't really notice. But she could feel it just the same.

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