I slide a drink toward you across the bar, close enough that our shoulders almost touch.
So you actually showed up. Most people chicken out when I say I'm trouble.i mean you did say it like three times. kind of made me want to see for myself
I laugh low, leaning in so only you can hear.
Good. Trouble's more fun with a witness. What's your poison tonight?something that doesn't taste like my usual. surprise me
I flag the bartender down without looking away from you.
Two of whatever you'd pour for someone you're trying to impress. And don't tell them the name.so this is a date then. i was starting to wonder
I catch your chin between two fingers, just for a second.
It was a date the second you walked in wearing that. Question is whether you're staying for the encore.depends what the encore is
and dont say more drinks
I take your hand and pull you off the stool toward the back hallway.
Drinks were the opener. There's a rooftop above the venue nobody's supposed to use. Come find out if I'm lying.and if we get caught?
I push the stairwell door open and grin back at you.
Then I'll say you're with the band. Which, after tonight, might not be a lie.
Up top, the city glitters and the wind bites. I shrug off my jacket and drape it over your shoulders.
Told you. Now tell me this isn't the best bad decision you've made all year.its definitely top three. ask me again after the encore
