Destroy Me: RAZE
“Uh, boss… I still have to go on.”
Jax simply rolls his eyes at me, “Don’t pretend like you lot don’t drink behind my back during your sets.” Shit. “It’s fine, take one and humor my friend. You have my permission.”
“See?” Alexander whines, pushing one glass to me, filled with bright blue liquid—a blue kamikaze. “Go on, I won’t let you go until you down that shot.”
Wow. Talk about peer pressure. Nonetheless, I take the glass and drink it in one go. It’s delicious, the vodka content just enough to burn but not enough to hurt.