“I put some thought into it and I’ve decided I want to work for you. I love Florida, and I’m sick of the shitty weather in Chicago anyway. I’d like to give it a try.”
“Fantastic,” Thomas said, pumping his fist. “Let’s drink to another important member of our team. We’re going to kick some major ass, men.” He held his glass high in the air as we tapped ours to his and drank.
I winced as the liquid slid down my throat, burning a path to my stomach. “What the hell was that?”
“Moonshine.” James wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fuck,” I coughed, trying to fill my lungs with air as my throat felt like it was closing.
“It’ll wear off.” James slapped me on the back.
I coughed again, trying to clear my throat, but with no luck. I swallowed it down, trying to cool the burn with my saliva.
“Another?” James asked with a cocky grin and a raised eyebrow.
“I think I’ll stick with vodka. It’s a bit smoother,” I whispered.
“Pussy,” James teased before he called over to the bartender. “We’ll take a bottle of vodka.”
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