Marley’s shoulder. “Nope, I’m happy you drugged your husband so we could come. I thought you were about to have me at a club, sitting at a bar looking all crazy, but this is cool. It’s ratchet as hell, but it’s cool.” “Hush and close one of your eyes. You’re supposed to be blind and you over here winking at people.” “You got me fucked up. I’m not about to sit here looking like Forest Whitaker’s lil sister,” Marley replied, lifting her glass up. “Where ole boy at? My glass empty.”
