Josie's head shot back in surprise when he mentioned Tim, the guy who David referred her to to get her fake I.D. Her smile dropped and she prepped herself to dash out of there if he made a move to drag her out. He handed her I.D. back and opened his wallet, and there was a fake practically identical to her own, only with his picture and name. A grin spread on her face, "Yep, Tim is a treasure."
When he pushed her drink towards her she took another long sip and let the strawberry flavor with the bite of the rum run over her tongue. "Brendon," she tried the name out and said it in a slightly seductive voice, boys couldn't resist you saying there name in that voice. It made them think of you in bed saying there name that way for a very different reason. "So, how old are you really, since you still need a fake?"
"Distracted? Distracted how?" Josie wasn't sure if he meant drunk distracted, distracted by friends, or distracted by David. She was praying for the first two.