“Hello, I would like a scotch.”
Continued from “Tequila Sunrise” and “Salt on the Rim.”
“I am so goddamned hungover,” Nicole moans.
The menu says you’re not supposed to have more than five. It’s marked, clear and concise, right there in loopy text…
She didn’t want to audition for the show, but then she made it on, so she figured what the hell. The producers summoned them to…
We both sat quietly. Our breath, labored at times, came erratically but somehow remained synchronized. We knew why we were there…
“What is this?” Heidi held up the wooden object, perplexed. Jackson peered at the object from behind the refrigerator…