Too Late, Mr. Billionaire
“The only thing I’m dancing on tonight is the thin line between ‘having a good time’ and ‘needing a stomach pump.’ What the freak is this? Liquid cryptonite?”
Jamie leaned in, his shoulder brushing mine.
I frowned slightly at him, wondering how he still looked infuriatingly composed for a man who had already seen off three rounds of tequila, unlike Laura and I who were already letting loose.
“That,” he began, “is tonight's specialty. They call it ‘The Midnight razzle’ One sip and you lose your mind; two sips and you lose your dignity.”
Laura snorted, and the sound made me laugh quietly. “Psh, I lost my dignity in the third grade when I peed during a school play,” she said, clinking her glass
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