She slugs his shoulder. He just nods. Strange. I squint at their interaction and taste more whiskey. Usually Akara would fling a strand of hair in her face or slug her back just as playfully. Sullivan puts two fingers to her lips. “What’s wrong?” Farrow, Moffy, and Luna watch too. “I’m just doing my job.” Akara fixes his earpiece. “Is that it?” Her squared jaw tenses. “Yeah…” Akara nods, then he returns to the couch beside Quinn. “What the fuck was that?”
