"I just want to put him in my pocket, take him home, and do naughty things to him!" she said to me about the bartender mixing our drinks for us. I laughed. Despite her little crush on him, why was it that her crass humour was all lost when she finally spoke a line to him as he was spraying down the bar with a strong cleanser at the end of the night?
"I can smell that, you know."
...
"Seriously, what were you thinking when you said that?"
"Honestly? 'Smooooooooooth.'"
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