Tani withdrew from that near embrace, reaching out for her drink and the shooter beside it. Blasphemy, really, but sometimes fun made that a requirement.Â
"Whyever would I tell you, madam?"
She leaned forward, onto the bar, both hands wrapped around the mug and its scented heat -- much stronger than the perfume. Tani buried herself in it, thinking of flowers.
"Whyever would I tell you, madam?"
She leaned forward, onto the bar, both hands wrapped around the mug and its scented heat -- much stronger than the perfume. Tani buried herself in it, thinking of flowers.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
