Sophia
I watch as the bottles spread shards of glass everywhere and alcohol pours down from the destroyed containers. Well, oopsie!
Ignoring the curses that come out of the guy behind the bar, most likely because he now has to clean all that mess up, I quirk an eyebrow and turn my head to the Reaper. He’s sporting a slightly sheepish grin, looking like he’s trying to keep his anger at bay. Or maybe he's pissed off that I was at the receiving end of the barman's flirtiness and not him. I really hope that's not the case. That would certainly be a disappointment. But what the hell am I saying?
“It’s a good thing I swore off the alcohol.” I chuckle while discreetly reassuring my men that I’m fine and they don’t need to step in.
“I’m sure the good stuff that’s actually drinkable without gi
