jasonrklein:
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” he said with a grin, following suit and finishing the rest of his drink. “Tequila? Jesus, haven’t even been here for ten minutes and you’re already trying to get me dancing on top of the tables — fine, I’ll bite. I have a feeling they’re watering down this shit, anyways.”
An immediate chuckle escaped the blonde at his comment if there was anyone that had seen her wild table dancing enough times to know it by heart it was Jason. “Oh man, I pray for the day I get you wasted enough to join me on top of a table,” she jested. “I have a feeling If we do that here we’ll be the talk of the town tomorrow though.” Waving the bartender over, Joy ordered a round of shots. “You ready, old man?”

















