“No, asshole. Drunken words, sober thoughts,” Sophie corrects him. “Oh, got it. Does that mean it’s okay for me to tell Elena I think she’s pretty?” Sophie throws her head back against the headrest and laughs. “Sure, go right ahead. Finally, the night is getting interesting. Why don’t you tell us how you truly feel?” “Don’t encourage him,” Liam grumbles. “Elena is so pretty it hurts to look at her.”
