› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open ( capping @ five ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : telluride night market
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 swing — light spilling from every corner , laughter tangled with music , and the scent of grilled meat and sugar in the air thick enough to get drunk off of. cooper stood near a wooden barrel that doubled as a table , sleeves rolled , collar open , one hand cradling a tiny glass of tequila. beside it , a second shot waited , lime wedge perched just so , salt dusting the rim like a dare. he gave it a tap with his knuckle , then glanced over to whoever happened to be close enough to hear him.
“ right , so here’s the dilemma — i’ve got two drinks and only one mouth. ” a beat. “ well , one mouth that’s mine. ” he flashed a grin , the corner of his mouth lifting like he already knew he was pushing it but didn’t care. “ i could drink both , sure. but then i’ll look like a right greedy bastard , and you’ll look like someone who passed up free booze. nobody wins. ” he nudged the second shot forward. “ what do you say , love ? make this look a little less tragic ? ”
