“He’s shitfaced.” He shakes his head as he reaches up to set the bottle of vodka on top of the fridge, tee-shirt lifting just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his abs. Of course he has fucking abs. Why wouldn’t he? That would be like Disneyland not having Mickey Mouse, or Dean’s house not having pineapple White Claws. Flat-out wrong.
I bet those abs are lockable… 👅
