Dc Stories Novels & Stories

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.

“No, I don’t want something from you. Not like that.” “But I didn’t try to do anything.” “It’s what you thought I wanted to try and do.” I think of Yoda. “Do or do not. There is no try.” Susie doesn’t smile. So much for all his Star Wars jokes. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he says instead. Suddenly I don’t like him so much.