They opened the freezer. You’re kidding. Pulled out the handle. Woooooow. Tequila for breakfast, huh? Rinsed orange pulp out of a sticky glass; poured a shot. Boss babe material. “It’s, like, eleven o’clock.” They tossed the liquor back and exhaled through the sting. “If you ever call me boss babe again, I’ll exorcise your fuckboy ass right out of—”
