Shelly and Lane and Open
“What’s important anyway? Who cares?” It was a general question. He didn’t consider places important but then, maybe that was the point? Or was it. “I don’t care about that high end shit, you feel? I just roll with it.” He wasn’t there to impress anyone, not like she was. Lane nodded at her, “I told you already, but I’ll tell you again. My name is Lane. I don’t think I got yours, though. Unless you like nicknames, which I’m fine with.”
He blinked at her question. “Pacing yourself doesn’t mean take all night to drink it. I meant just do whatever but don’t get wasted? And like, maybe drink something that doesn’t come from melted ice cubes. That’s like saying you stay hydrated from licking condensation.”