She wipes her mouth and leans back in the booth, eyes half-lidded, legs tangled with mine beneath the table. “You know what we should do?” she slurs. I tilt my head. “Can’t wait to hear this.” “We should get married.” I choke on my drink. She grins wide. Drunk yet still deadly to me. “Come on, Finn. Let’s do it. It’s Vegas. Isn’t this what people do? Get married on tequila and bad decisions?” “You think marrying me would be a bad decision?” “I think it’d be the worst decision I’ve ever made. Which is why it fits perfectly with tonight’s theme.”
