TWO HOURS LATER, I was still at the bar with him, drunk and doing exactly what I said I didn’t want to do—ramble on about Ava.
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about her,” he said with a smirk.
Ignoring his comment, I kept talking. “Do you know how much time and effort I spent creating the perfect dragon? And let me tell you, it was f*****g perfect. You should have seen it. I never even collected the money on it either. I should call her up right now and tell her she owes me for the damn dragon tattoo.”
“You mentioned that earlier,” he said, smiling in amusement. “I suppose you’re going to tell me again how perfect her a*s is, too, huh?”
“Yesss! Hottest f*****g assss,” I slurred. “Just like those babes in the James Bond movies, where the hot chicks are always the devious ones.”
“So,
