« nearly choking over my own cough from the after burn. Pointing towards @KickstartMyLust’s shots challengingly.]] I think you have four left to go, hot shot drummer of Motley Crue.
« eight shots of tequila like he had done it a million times and let’s be honest—he likely has. Glancing up at @KickstartMyLust with sultry blue eyes, almost getting lost in the fact that Mel was somewhere in this place before swallowing each shot of tequila one after the other »
@KickstartMyLust « Baywatch, Tommy! Bay. Watch. We can’t get separated Tommy. Melanie either. Promise me or we have to leave. This is Mexico not LA! Promise me and you will see what I call one of the best nights of my life.
« the hem of @KickstartMyLust’s shirt to get his firm attention and his ear against my mouth; stopping him in the middle of bee-lining to get that tequila.]] This place is wall to wall with people! You’re.. Motley Crue... People don’t fuck with Motley Crue! I’m… »
@KickstartMyLust « my nose and laughing barely above a whisper.]] We don’t eat tree bark. I’ll explain it to you another time. How about now, instead of talking about food and the kitchen, you deliver some of that fun you promised?
« « up after having a few drinks. This was a normal thing with Mel. Getting approached by men wasn’t an uncommon thing and as a best friend, she always tried to protect my heart along with my actions. I still loved her anyway. Looking up at @KickstartMyLust before cranking my »
« wanted to do. Slipping my fingers in between @KickstartMyLust’s.]] I’m not like you. My body is bold, not my personality. You’ll grow bored. And… I’m vegan, those enchiladas won’t taste good if I can’t eat them. [[Pressing the pad of my other thumb to kiss it before placing »