Hartley laughed and shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Do you remember getting me drunk?” Hartley asked over his shoulder as he waited for the oven to pre-heat.
“Vaguely. I’d like to let it happen when I can actually remember it,” Cisco teased once more as he did a trust fall over the arm of the couch. “We should turn on a nonsense show or some music or something. I hate silence.”
Cisco backup 