Raya chuckled, grabbing both shot glasses that had originally arrived. "Oh, those shots were for me—I always order two. But for you," she teased, pressing one against Killian's lips, "I will share."
Before he could even process the burn of the tequila, Raya caught the waitress's eye again. She leaned over the booth railing, her voice confident even over the music. "Can we get twenty shots of Patron and another round of drinks for the table? Keep them coming!"
The waitress returned minutes later with a massive tray, the salt and lime wedges lining the glass like a challenge. Chloe’s eyes widened, and she let out a celebratory yelp, reaching for a glass. "That's my girl! We getting white girl drunk, b***h!"
The music seemed to swell as Marcus and Killian shared a look of pure, bewildered
