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My companion doesn’t skip a beat “Is that so?” he chuckles “And what are you? Eighteen?”

Irritation burns in ood idea “I’uess that’s a compliment?”

“Baby,” he exhales, turning back to the bar

“Oldanother

“Oldood idea?”

“I can outdrink you any day of the week” No idea what I’ht now

He gives rin “I’m a lawyer”

“So you’re an asshole who’s about to be outdrunk by a baby”

So flickers in his eyes It’s a spark I’ve seen before, and it usually leads to naughty places “I haven’t played drinking gae”

“Is that fear I’?”

“Line ‘em up”

He slides a hand to his waist,his suit coat back to reveal a triht be just what I need to get the funk of Paris off , after all Isn’t everyone supposed to hook up?

“I have a better idea,” I say, waving to the bartender again “We’ll take the bottle”

The well-tipped server is happy to oblige, and I grab it, two glasses, and my black clutch “This way, lawyer”

A small billiards room is off the main ballroom, and it’s completely empty The reception party is focused on the roo into the cozy, dilasses on a tall table with two bar stools