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61 " Dee and I have been taking turns ordering the most outrageous drinks we can think of; with the help of our phones and Google of course.“Gimmie two Golden Showers, bartender!” I scream across the bar. When did someone take my last drink? What was that one? A bl*w j*b, I think. Yes, that was it. We spent a good fifteen minutes laughing our asses off after making Greg drink one. He is currently giving us a look of extreme displeasure. He can act as mad as he wants but yelling for Greg to deep throat his bl*w j*b was hilarious. Just ask the customers around us, they certainly laughed loud enough. "
― Harper Sloan , Axel (Corps Security, #1)
62 " Dee’s slurred voice interrupts my thoughts with a high pitched screech. “YO bitch, drink up! I got you one of those pull down p**sy things, no…it was the p**sy panty pull-down? Fuck.” She spits the word out with so much frustration she almost falls off her stool. She looks over at me and I can see her trying to decide if she is more confused over the correct drink name or how she got to the club to begin with.“That’s not right, Dee! Greg! Greg, tell her the right p**sy! You know p**sy, right Greg?” I laugh up at him, tilting my head to the side, wondering why his frown is wobbling.“You two are driving me f**king crazy. Just because I know my p**sy doesn’t mean I know this shit. I eat it and when drinking it down, I damn sure don’t do that out of a f**king glass. For shits sake, get some motherf**king water next time. Fuck me, the right p**sy.” He shakes his head at us both. “If you touch one more drink with a f**king p**sy in the title, we are gone, got me?”Well. He thinks he runs this show, does he? "