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"Oh really? That's interesting." She wasn't sure if she should keep him talking or not but it seemed to be calming him down.
"Oh really? That's interesting." She wasn't sure if she should keep him talking or not but it seemed to be calming him down.
“Yeah, I don’t care what we have, as long as it’s healthy and ours,”
"Geez, all this talk is making my heart race and I don't know why." Just the mere thought of it could send her heart rate through the roof.
“Mine too,” he laughed, “For different reasons probably,”
"Well what are your reasons?" She smiled a little.
“Ummm,” Lillian thought for a moment before shrugging, “I don’t know.”
“Tequila…. vodka….rrrmmmm… mix em!” Cooper was naturally ridiculous.
Lillian stopped herself from making a face, “If that’s what you want, sure I guess.”
Coop laughed, “That is what I want,” he then proceeded to order, the bartender gave him a weird look but did as requested.
"Well what are your reasons?" She smiled a little.
“Fear mostly,” he laughed dryly.
Lillian let out a long sigh, "You are so fucking weird."
She squeezed him tightly. "We'll get through it together, I promise. I'd have to say mine is the opposite. My reasons are excitement and maybe a bit of anticipation."
Lillian let out a long sigh, "You are so fucking weird."
“And you’re any better?” He laughed.
She squeezed him tightly. "We'll get through it together, I promise. I'd have to say mine is the opposite. My reasons are excitement and maybe a bit of anticipation."
“I’m excited too,” it was just mixed with an overwhelming fear.
"I don't order tequila and vodka mixed together!" Lillian exclaimed before sighing again, "I'm going to be the designated driver aren't I?"
She gave him a look that seemed to peel back every layer of him and inspect it. She didn't say anything, just stared.
"I don't order tequila and vodka mixed together!" Lillian exclaimed before sighing again, "I'm going to be the designated driver aren't I?"
“I’m a functional drink, I’m not my dad,”
She gave him a look that seemed to peel back every layer of him and inspect it. She didn't say anything, just stared.
“Don’t look at me like that,”
"Still doesn't mean you should drive," Lillian ordered another Scotch. Nothing too heavy yet.
She shook her head, snapping out of her daze. "Hmm? What? Sorry, I was kind of spacing out."
"Still doesn't mean you should drive," Lillian ordered another Scotch. Nothing too heavy yet.
“Doesn’t mean I’m incapable, you drink what you want,”
She shook her head, snapping out of her daze. "Hmm? What? Sorry, I was kind of spacing out."
“Mmhmm…” he smiled lightly.
"Why? Would you prefer a different look?" She smiled a little.
"Sick," Lillian nodded. Yeah, maybe she was now going to get really drunk. But who cares at this point?
"Why? Would you prefer a different look?" She smiled a little.
“I just like your look, I don’t mind,”
"Sick," Lillian nodded. Yeah, maybe she was now going to get really drunk. But who cares at this point?
“Yeah… sick,” he laughed.
"Okay good. That's always nice to know." Hmm, maybe I should try something different. Switch it up a little.
Lillian chuckled as she finished the Scotch. She tried to remember control, because otherwise questions may be asked.
Lillian chuckled as she finished the Scotch. She tried to remember control, because otherwise questions may be asked.
“So… you came with me? Why?”
"Okay good. That's always nice to know." Hmm, maybe I should try something different. Switch it up a little.
“That is a good thing to know,”
She smiled, remembering the little kids that she loved so much that she would finally see again tomorrow.
"I mean, why not? "Lillian said swirling the ice in her cup, "Not like I had much better to do anyways."
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