231. To Hell With It…

Tylor smiled and hit the road. Before long they drove into a famous bar in the city. She smiled as they stepped out of the car and walked into the bar. 

''A bottle of Catoctin Creek Roundstone Rye and two glasses please.” Tristin ordered and Tylor sat beside her, it was obvious she was out to get drunk. The bar attendant brought her order and placed it in front of them.

''Your new hairstyle look good on you,” she smiled as she poured the drink onto the glasses and passed Tylor his.

''Thank you;” she watched as the hair strands he had brushed backward fall forward again in a sexy way; it made her swallow and look away, every single time she looked at him he appeared more irresistible than the last.

''I was surprised when you agreed to go out since you've been avoiding me for some time now.” he said, drinking from the cup.

Tristin sighed, licking her lower lip which was already red from the alcohol; ''you can't blame me,