Hartley tensed at the hug. “Okay but now you’re acting more like before because last time I checked evil people don’t hug.” Hartley sighed, slipping out of the hug and going back to where his hard cider was, hoping to raise his blood alcohol level by another tenth of a point.
“What can I say? You make me weak in the knees.” Cisco paused as the man walked away. “Okay, ew. I am never saying that again. You know, if you keep drinking like you are, you’re going to have one hell of a hangover come tomorrow morning. You sure you don’t want anything to drink?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.
Cisco backup 