9
Sire Bad Ass
Five minutes later, another whiskey bottle in hand, and I was happy.
I asked if I could put on some music. Sire Bad Ass (more points for me) said yes, and twenty minutes later I was now a whole new level of buzzed. A rap song by BRASAH featuring Koda was filling the air, and the whiskey was barely a burn by now.
“Do you know the language this song is in?”
I shook my head. “Not a clue. It came up as a recommended song on my Spotify.” I gave him a tipsy grin. “Do you?”
His eyes darkened. “Yes.”
Oh. Well, I wasn’t curious enough to ask what the song was about. The title said “Blue Jeans” so I had a good guess what it was about.
“So where are we going now?”
He looked at me, at the whiskey, and I could swear a flash of envy flashed there. Then it was gone, but so was his
