Lit by Burning Bridges
“We should bang,” Jolene said.
She stood in the hallway outside Will’s bathroom, staring him down with a gaze so serious that she might have just told him his mother had died. In her hand, she had a blue solo cup full of – she actually didn’t know what was in it. When Dylan asked if she wanted another drink, she handed him her cup and said, “Yeah, top it off with whatever.” The booze stewed in the cup, smelling like Fireball Whisky submersed in AriZona Ice Tea.
Will choked on his drink. “What?”
“Did I stutter?”
“N– no but–“
“But what? It’s a simple yes or no question. Should we or should we not bang?”
The two of them stepped aside to let their friend, Garrett, and his girlfriend pass. Will leaned in and whispered, “Are you drunk?”
“No,” she replied with a crooked grin. “I had two shots of tequila and you know me, I’ve got the tolerance of a coal miner. Unlike you. You have the tolerance of a milk-lappin’ kitten. That’s why I’m asking before you finish sipping your . . .” she trailed off, grabbed the bottle from his hand. Jo squinted at the label. “Cranberry Mike’s Hard.” She scoffed and Will defensively snatched his drink back.
“These are fucking delicious, okay?”
Jo smirked, but didn’t comment. “So what’ll it be? We bangin’ or not?”
“Now?” Will glanced down the hall into his living. He watched his roommate, Dylan, sit on the arm of the sofa and schmooze with other party guests.
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“We should bang,” Jolene said.
She stood in the hallway outside Will’s bathroom, staring him down with a gaze so serious that she might have just told him his mother had died. In her hand, she had a blue solo cup full of – she actually didn’t know what was in it. When Dylan asked if she wanted another drink, she handed him her cup and said, “Yeah, top it off with whatever.” The booze stewed in the cup, smelling like Fireball Whisky submersed in AriZona Ice Tea.
Will choked on his drink. “What?”
“Did I stutter?”
“N– no but–“
“But what? It’s a simple yes or no question. Should we or should we not bang?”
The two of them stepped aside to let their friend, Garrett, and his girlfriend pass. Will leaned in and whispered, “Are you drunk?”
“No,” she replied with a crooked grin. “I had two shots of tequila and you know me, I’ve got the tolerance of a coal miner. Unlike you. You have the tolerance of a milk-lappin’ kitten. That’s why I’m asking before you finish sipping your . . .” she trailed off, grabbed the bottle from his hand. Jo squinted at the label. “Cranberry Mike’s Hard.” She scoffed and Will defensively snatched his drink back.
“These are fucking delicious, okay?”
Jo smirked, but didn’t comment. “So what’ll it be? We bangin’ or not?”
“Now?” Will glanced down the hall into his living. He watched his roommate, Dylan, sit on the arm of the sofa and schmooze with other party guests.
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