My Step Father, My Desire
I smile but it doesn't reach my eyes.
When the bartender turn around, he hands Luke two glasses. He makes it back to me and give me a glass.
“Here, babe. You'll love it,” he grins.
I reach for it. “Thanks.” I take a sip. It burns it way down my throat and I wince.
“Take more,” he urges me. His drink remains untouched.
I shake my head. “No. I don't want to. What drink is this?”
The DJ switches tracks, and an electric best pulses through the air, shaking the floor beneath my feet.