[Leaning back, Tequila licks the last bit of salt from his bottom lip before shifting in closer. His hand covers hers, using that to tip to glass to his lips, his gaze never leaving hers the entire time.
Even as he down the shot, feeling the familiar and comforting burn before offering her a sly smile.]
Not nearly as warm or tasty as you are.
[Yeah, the hat and jeans really do come with being a bit over the top, and he's taking the chance it doesn't get him laughed at.]
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Even as he down the shot, feeling the familiar and comforting burn before offering her a sly smile.]
Not nearly as warm or tasty as you are.
[Yeah, the hat and jeans really do come with being a bit over the top, and he's taking the chance it doesn't get him laughed at.]