Drunken Propositions

Lyle takes his fifth shot of tequila in the hour he and Aly have been at the party. He licks the line of salt off his hand, winces at the strength of the tequila, and bites the lime for effect. "You know what? I should go punch his face in right now for what he …

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Sequins and Frisbee Don’t Mix

This is the third time in two days I've given my best puppy dog eyes to a guy. I'm three for three for getting shot down. "Sean, you're my last hope." I'm currently deciding whether to push out my bottom lip and bat my eyelashes. Too much? He shakes his head, "No can do. The show …