BAD REPUTATION
Olivia asked, her voice light.
Derek looked up, a familiar, crooked spark of a smile tugging at his mouth. He strained the deep purple liquid into two chilled coupe glasses, the color of a bruised sunset. “Oh, I don’t think I can guess. We went down a rabbit hole of about five different titles the last time we talked about it.” He topped the drinks with a splash of soda water, the bubbles dancing against the rosemary garnish. “Hmm. Let’s see... South Park?”