“One shot?” I arch an eyebrow. “Is it ever just one?” Sage smirks. “What do you drink?” I brush my flat-ironed hair behind my back, taking my time to feel the strands beneath my fingers. “Something other than tequila exists?” Briar, for the first time since she came up, cracks a smile. “Thank God,” she breathes, waving softly at Tinx. “I’m tired of getting vodka drunk with these bitches.”
