Sexy Ass Detective and Me
He mumbled suggestively in a lower tone, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.
"You don't know me" I laughed at nothing in particular.
I had no idea why I laughed because what I said wasn't funny, but in my drunken state everything felt like swirly colours and SpongeBob land.
Can I say SpongeBob land? Wouldn't it more likely be SpongeBob water?
"But I would like to," he argued, cutting off my ridiculous thoughts. I eyed him as carefully as I could, analysing if I could trust him or not. My fuzzy mind couldn't draw a proper conclusion, yet I felt oddly comfortable with him.