
por Nikki St. Crowe
Tin and Pike, sitting in the chairs opposite the booth, scoop up the shots before anyone can even suggest a toast. The alcohol is quickly sliding down their throats. It’s their night off so I suppose they’re allowed to get fucking blitzed. “Where were you?” Hana asks, claiming her shot with two tattooed fingers. “He was falling for the oldest trick in the book. ” Callista winks at me as she tosses back her shot. ” Roc drapes his arm over my shoulders and reels me into his side. He smells like cigarettes and blood and liquor.
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