Nerthus
“Two Sambuca shots, please!” Danny grins at the bartender, who proceeds to fill two small shot glasses quickly.
“Thank God, I’m not your mother.” I mock, and he laughs, passing me my shot.
“You are the coolest sister, instead!”
“Aaaaw!” I giggle, and with a cheer, we pour the liquor down our throats.
“This is ugly as hell!” I manage to say, gagging, while he grins even broader.
“Let’s hit the dance floor, shall we?”
“Yes!” Squealing happily, I follow him into the crowd where we start dancing silly to the upbeat music.
“But I have to go see Arawn afterward.” He nods as I yell at him and taps his jacket where I guess my contract is.
“I have to give him that anyway.”
I giggle as I turn around. “I’ll have a talk with him about you going clubbing with me instead of playing vid
