“For chicks?” He grinned, “Sure, all right, I can definitely give ya somethin’ a little harder, kiddo.” His tongue darted over his lower lip and he turned toward the bar tender, ordering two more whiskeys. “Take it like a good boy, yeah? It’ll put a little hair on your chest.”
“Hah- okay. I think I uh, maybe said the wrong thing there. What I meant to say was somethin’ stronger, but uh yeah, I could always use a little more hair on my chest, I guess.” He took the whiskey, glanced down at the shot glass and grimaced. “Bottoms up,” he said, and took the shot. Mouth twisted and turned with distaste for the liquor. “God, that’s ------ great. Yeah. Can’t wait to do that again.” He said, sarcastically.















