Violet shrugged. “I just want to hear about your night, Cisco. You seem like you really like her. So I want to hear your side of the story first.”
Cisco felt as the alcohol began to make his mind a little fuzzy. “In all honesty, I don’t remember past the hotel room door closing. Woke up with a killer headache. Then we just talked.” He smiled, flagging the bartender for another.
