Kash’s humor was something she had to get used to. while his sexual jokes were far from jokes, they still were somehow. like humorous suggestions. a smile crept on her face, sitting the bottle down on his counter. “and who says i can resist myself out here? you look so sexy under these yellow fluorescent lights.” she teased, pulling herself up to sit up on the his countertop. she pushed her hair behind her ears, watching as he gathered glasses. “why drink plain vodka when it can have some flavor? you know me, im all about a little flavor.” she said as she leaned forward, grabbed her glass and pouring some vodka in it. “we have a connection- i can sense when you need company. so you obviously must have been busy the past two weeks.” she smirked, taking a drink out of her glass. “because forgetting you would be a quite the challenge, kash nair.” she cooed, the shot she took heating her stomach all the way to her chest.
Kash furrowed his eyebrows together at her statement, she waited for her to finish pouring her own glass some vodka, “We have a connection...” He repeated and trailed off, he took the bottle from her and poured himself vodka, “That’s like some cheesy ass pick up line, Al” He laughed and looked into her eyes, “You’re literally sounding like some fuck boy here right now.” He looked at her face and then took a shot, a teasing smile graced his lips. He took her shot glass and refilled both their glasses up. Afterwards he started to play this playlist called Jazz Rap in Spotify, so that they have background music while drinking. “It’s creepy true though, I do need company right now.” He rubbed the back of his head, then went to take his second shot, he poured more vodka in his glass, he downed that one in a quick go. “So what’s the plan for tonight, baby?” He then started moving in front of her, “Are we dancing?” He asked as he did dance to ‘What’s the Use?’, Kash had groove. It doesn’t hurt watching the way his body gracefully moved along with the beat. He offered his hand to her so that she’d go join him, “Or are we fucking?” He winked suggestively, he honestly still was playing.