evieabbot:
“Tequila,” Evie answered with a wild grin. “You’re driving. You’ve got a car, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Offered William with a grin. “Tequila for the wildest Abbot. It only makes sense.” He fished his keys from his desk and slipped out the door, assuming she was following. “Tell me a story, Evie.”










