They're just friends, but the machine makes it feel so good.
Enjoy..
*******
He raised his glass in mock victory before knocking back the final swig of a pink fizzy cider. James swallowed down the sugary mixture with an exaggerated gulp, slamming the glass back down on the table triumphantly.
Sara laughed, "Stop being an ass and go get the next round."
"Alrighty," he said, standing wobbly. Hours of boozing were beginning to take effect.
"Same again please!" she shouted to him as he walked away, jiggling her glass of her gin and tonic in his direction. Sara's smile glistened sweetly.
They were in a fancy hotel bar uptown, a few floors up with a beautiful view of the city as the sun faded and the blue of dusk rolled over the skyline. The tinkering of piano music over the speakers was
