âIt doesâŚit sounds like an exhibition of your face and of course, youâre beautiful, but I donât know if I can have so many Tatums staring at me. Nicer than a teddy bear? Thatâs the nicest thing Iâve heard today. You take advantage of me â I know you do. But, I canât say no to people, so count your blessings, Tatum Kelly,â Roman teased. He took another sip of the whiskey, waving it in her direction at words. âAll alcohol tastes pretty awful, but whiskey as a special place in my hear. Câmonnnn, try it,â he cooed, moving towards her with the glass in his hands.
âI see myself everyday in the mirror, and I donât even think I could have that many pictures of me - in general, and let alone in one place. It kind of sounds like some sort of creepy shrine. Itâs true -- youâre like a Care Bear. Thatâs how nice you are. Hey, youâre the nice one, not me. I can take full advantage if I want. Iâm really not looking forward to the day when you get tired of me, Roman. Who else is going to change all my lightbulbs and fix my smoke detector when it goes off?â She smirked, taking a sip of the clear alcohol straight out of the bottle. At his insistence, though, she immediately pouted. âAre you really going to make me drink whiskey? If I do a dramatic spit-take, itâs all your fault.â She sighed and wrapped her hands around the glass, already making a face before she drank it.
