Vanilla
"Yeah,"
"'Course you have, doesn't Mona live down the street to you?" Jasper nodded at Brett's words, his eyes trained on the woman. "Beside the point—what I'm sayin' is - pure, raw, hot jailbait," Brett chuckled to himself, watching as Jasper tore his eyes away from the woman before him and instead to the man with his lower lip between his teeth, smiling, calculating.
"Who? Mona?" Jasper questioned further, bringing the glass neck of his beer bottle to his lips and taking a long gulp from the contents. The lip was cool against his own, the contents meeting his tongue with a light taste he enjoyed in moderation.
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