🍻 + “is there anyone you regret kissing?”
"Why? You heard something?" Nora asked, leaning forward a little on the bar to give her talkative patron a teasing glare. She picked up another glass and started to dry it idly. She definitely shouldn't have been as drunk as she was while she was working, but she needed something to get her through a shift she most certainly didn't want to be there for. "Sure, yeah, there was this one guy with a rattail and the most disgusting little mustache you've ever seen. A girl with adult braces who cut my lip so bad it needed stitches. This...fucking guy I used to sleep with in high school, but that one's pretty recent. That one wasn't actually that painful — this guy is beautiful, let me tell you — but it was right after I tried to kiss my high school ex and got turned down and maybe fucked up the friendship." She shrugged lightly, as if everything she'd just revealed was a totally casual occurrence and wasn't making her insides churn a little whenever she thought about it. "What about you?"
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