[No, Brock. No one knew what that meant. But the bartender set down two glasses and the large dark glass bottle that looked like you could see the contents inside swirling around on their own. He poured out into both glasses, the liquid having an odd metallic shimmer to it; amber with a red sheen.
She grabbed one for herself and tipped it back, dropping it back down and reaching for the bottle to pour herself another.]
You are not driving me home. Or dragoning me. Or... whatever other D word you want to shove in there.
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She grabbed one for herself and tipped it back, dropping it back down and reaching for the bottle to pour herself another.]
You are not driving me home. Or dragoning me. Or... whatever other D word you want to shove in there.