The Alpha and the Envious Moon
“The cheap shit could strip paint. You don’t want to drink that unless you enjoy feeling like your brain has melted and your insides are outside in the morning.”
Jasper laughed. “Definitely not in my plans for tomorrow morning,” he replied, his eyes dancing. Over Jasper’s shoulder, he saw Jay Turner with his two favorite shadows, Oscar, and Allen, crossing to join them, their expressions growing concerned as they saw Jasper next to Reid.
“Hey Jay,” Reid leaned his elbow on the bar. “This one of yours,” he gestured to Jasper with his head. “He’s got good taste in whiskey,” he added as the bartender placed the glasses on the surface. As Jasper reached for his wallet, Reid shook his head. “Nah,
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