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She already insulted his intelligence the lest Taylor felt she could do was accept his drink offer. Plus she loved Firecracker. Feeling her cheeks grow warmer still as the golden liquid trickles down, She picks back up the conversation.

“Ok ok I have to know what else you’ve read. You like mysteries? How about Agatha Christie?”

“Who hasn’t read the Orient Express?!” Shouted a bit loud, Jordan was also showing signs of drunkenness. No telling how much he has already had tonight.

Taylor couldn’t help but smile as she listed off whatever author she could think of “P.D.James? Dorothy Sayer? Dashiell Hammett?”

Jordan, with out even having to think, lists back books by each giving each a more jokingly sinister tone “the mistletoe murders, whose body, and the Maltese ‘mother fucking’ falcon”

“Well fuck me sideways, I misjudged you Jordan”

“That’s my goal! And something about judging book covers” he smiles wide happy that the **** hadn’t taken his wit yet as he grabs them two more doses of Firecracker. “I do think I remember Ashley saying you read more then you spoke. What keeps those pretty eyes busy at night?” handing her a glass he clinks then together before downing his own.

Quickly turning into a giggly mess Taylor takes her shot and answers a bit sluggishly “cheesy ass romance, I just can’t get enough of the shit” laughing she covers her face “don’t make fun, but it’s true”

“Hey no fun being made, we each have our guilty pleasures” he Pulls on her wrist pulling Taylor’s hands away from her face as he stares into it thinking for a moment before smirking “any fantasies I can make a reality?”

Taylor can’t help but stare into his blue charming eyes. She kisses herself a bit as she thinks of a response.