“You’re sweet. I want to be sweet.” She sighed and removed her cheek, leaning over the bar and waving over the bartender and pointing to the bottle of vodka on the shelf and flashing her ID. The bartender looked skeptically at the ID but shrugged, pouring her a shot. Easily she downed it, hardly wincing at the taste before resting her forehead on the bar. A clear sign of defeat.
“You’re sweet, who told you that you weren’t? I mean, granted, I’ve know you for a total of like, 12 hours, but still.” Cisco said, finishing off the rest of his beer. “I’m going to regret this later, I think.” He rubbed circles on his temples, trying to ward off the headache that was attempting to take over his senses. He watched as she downed the shot and rested her head on the bar. “What’s wrong?”
Cisco backup 