âSome people arenât meant to be loved. Some people are meant to be alcoholics. I think I might be one of those people.â
   âYou and me both, sister.â Mia took a moment to eye the brunette before she reached into her purse and pulled out a flask full of tequila. She held the container up, shaking it slightly. âAnd if you want I guess I can fuel your alcoholic needs for the night. Tequila good?â















