Chapter Six
Sierra
My assumption is that Adrian’s been playing shuffleboard since birth because he’s beaten me five games out of five. Plus, I think he could outdrink anyone—including Chugger, the guy who was rumored to drink a pony keg on his own one night in college. Whereas my lips already feel tingly and my hands keep venturing over and touching any part of Adrian that’s acceptable. He’s not complaining though.
I slide my last disc and it tips off the table halfway down. “I’m out.” Picking up my glass, I slide back into the circular booth. The next round of shots that Adrian ordered is waiting for us. “I might have to pass on this one.”
“I never figured you for a lightweight.” He slides in after me, another Rusty Nail in his hand.
“Unless you’d like me to ruin your outfit with vom
