Suck Me Dry
What the hell.
“It was declined,” she repeats, obviously amused.
I hold the phone against the card reader a second time, growling as my headache increases. “It can’t be. Try it again.”
The low beep resounds, and I groan as it feels like someone hit my head like a gong.
Stupid me, mixing Gin and Vodka with some Sambuca shots.
I feel like throwing up when I just think of it so I gulp down the bile rising anew, taking a deep breath.
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