She held the bottle in her hands.
It didn't matter, or it didn't seem to matter, after all, I had my own bottle of bourbon between my knees. But she implored me to trust her. The sun was setting, and the warmth of the day was suddenly gone, and my leathers provided little comfort against the surprisingly unpleasant seabreeze.
Yet somehow, the way she dressed, she still acted like she was perfectly comfortable. I am pretty sure that she had not noticed the pistol in it's holster beneath my leather jacket on our way here, as she clung to me in that delightful way she did on the back of that motorcycle. I was pretty sure we both looked pretty awesome on our way here. Maybe we didn't, but it felt like we did. She appeared to be reaching into that tiny purse she carried. What could anyone even carry in such a tiny thing?
She said, "Trust me".
She held the bottle in her hands.
It didn't matter, or it didn't seem to matter, after all, I had my own bottle of bourbon between my knees. But she implored me to trust her. The sun was setting, and the warmth of the day was suddenly gone, and my leathers provided little comfort against the surprisingly unpleasant seabreeze.
Yet somehow, the way she dressed, she still acted like she was perfectly comfortable. I am pretty sure that she had not noticed the pistol in it's holster beneath my leather jacket on our way here, as she clung to me in that delightful way she did on the back of that motorcycle. I was pretty sure we both looked pretty awesome on our way here. Maybe we didn't, but it felt like we did. She appeared to be reaching into that tiny purse she carried. What could anyone even carry in such a tiny thing?
She said, "Trust me".
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