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“Let’s play a game,” Danika says a little too enthusiastically She holds her hand up, signaling one of the waiters iftly crosses the room to us “I need…” She whisper-counts how many people are at the table then says, “Twelve No Wait, ten Never mind, make it twelve shots, please”

“Shots of what?” the waiter asks

“Don’t care Just shots”

I drape my arm on the back of Danika’s chair and lean closer It’s been hard keeping o Having her inI wasn’t prepared to deal with

Longing

This al that’s only satisfied when my skin touches hers Only, Danika is like heroin, each touchht and was fine, but swaying to the ainst ainstTheher into next Tuesday and walking away, the more flawed I realize it is

Sure, sheabouti to be the one fucked over again

It’s inevitable

I won’t be able to let her go

I’ to do it

However, I can’t bring myself to sleep with Danika if she’s shit faced Froht and her horrible plan to play a drinking gaht may already be a lost cause

“What are you doing?” I whisper

“Trust ht and heavy all at once

“Hun,” Piper says with ato rock her kid’s world because it says I-love-you-but you’re-an-idiot at the same time “I’m not in the mood for shots”

The waiter sets a tray of what looks like clear vodka in front of Danika He doesn’t bother to relasses and set them on the table He just leaves them on the white platter and walks away