Re: Maddy and Open
Maddy snorted and dribbled part of her cocktail down her chin. “That’s the one where they cradle the balls and treat the head like an orange juicer,” she supplied. “I sat through a free demo once. I thought it was for a timeshare.” As she cut an eye at Brian, she had to admit the idea did have some merit. Or maybe just the basket of Milkbone dog biscuits. She positioned herself near the guy with the jokes, the thin stirrer of her drink pinched delicately between her fingers. From the looks of things, if the goal was to reach midnight absolutely shit-faced, he was standing on the fifty yard line.