Hell's Kitchen. Why did that sound familiar? Heather marked it down as something she would have to look up later. Even if she wasn't sure she wanted to, because it might feel like she was invading his privacy. "Way back home was Bailey's Tavern, it was a lot like this too. Pool table, Karaoke... I had more than one friend take advantage of inebriated states in at that machine." She could vividly remember singing I touch myself the first time.
She snorted around her mouthful of beer. Swallowing hard, she cut her eyes at him. "Something about that grin says you're T-R-O-U-B-L-E."