Deanna slipped a small billfold from the back pocket of her faded 501 jeans. She peeled off two twenty dollar bills and stuffed them into the waitress's front pocket.
Her fingers lingered.
With just a hint of a smile, the redhead took possession of the tray in one hand, and downed six consecutive shots, turning each glass over when done.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2013-08-23 03:14 am (UTC)Her fingers lingered.
With just a hint of a smile, the redhead took possession of the tray in one hand, and downed six consecutive shots, turning each glass over when done.
"Can you keep up?"