"Are you okay?" Sabel whispered to me after I downed my eighth shot.
"Yes."
"Li.ar," she hissed.
"So, Naddy's cool," I mumbled, trying to change the subject.
"She is," Sabel replied. "She would tell me if something was bothering her."
I bit back a groan and downed another shot.
"Does this have to do with Trouble?" Sabel asked. "Is it because he won't leave you alone?"
"Hey, maybe she likes it," the man grumbled before throwing me a wink.
I rolled my eyes and downed another shot.
"Give me that," Sabel said as she snatched the bottle off the table and took it to her lips.
"What's wrong with the two of you today?" Trouble asked us.
"I'm annoyed," Sabel grumbled.
"So, your normal."
"f***k off Paxon!"
"Goddamnit Sabel! Stop calling me by my fu.cking name!"
"Oh my god, you two," N
