I stand up once more, and this time, I don’t offer a hand; I just turn away and start dancing along to the beat. Shaking my ass, and strutting down the bar without a fucking care in the world. I whip around with the bottle lifted to my mouth as a make-shift microphone as I mouth the words with exaggerated facial expressions. Waylon watches me with what can only be described as helpless wonder. He has no idea what to do with me, and that’s fine by me. I don’t really know what to do with him either. But tonight’s not the night to try and figure that out. Tonight’s about having fun. Tonight’s
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