WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT
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“One Mehr shot.”

“No, I can’t –“

“Fine. I guess Du owe me a dance then.”

You look and see Kai grinning at you, hand outstretched, ready to pull Du to the dance floor. Du roll your eyes at him before reaching for the shot glass and downing your fifth one for the night.

“You really don’t want to dance with me, do you?” he Kommentare before taking his own shot.

“It’s not you; it’s me.”

“Okay. In my experience, when a girl says something like that, usually she’s trying to blow the guy off gently. If Du want me to...