Fight Dirty
Owen
“You know how you asked me if I missed the city?” Charlie rests her head against the seat and looks out the car window, watching farmland pass us by.
“Yeah?”
“I miss one thing right now. Guess what it is.”
“Easily accessible strip clubs?”
She lets out a snort of laughter. “Oh, totally.” She’s drunk, and it’s fucking adorable. “Takeout.”
“Takeout strippers?”
“No,” she laughs and hits my arm. “Takeout food. I could really go for some fried rice right about now.”
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