redwoodteller:
He rolled his eyes, even if it was true. “Hey, we both got Irish in us. I can drink you under a table just fine. You just don’t like to believe it, because then you’d be wrong.”
”…what Irish do you have in you again?” she said, raising her brow as she looked over at the biker, her lips slowly wrapping around a cigarette before she inhaled then exhaled the smoke slowly.















