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“Listen, you can join the club with all the other haters.. you guys are what give me fuel to succeed. Which I definitely do.. driving is a skill. I’m just—creative at it.” Taking a decent swig of her drink, she can’t help but smile amusedly. Of course she knew she was a shitty driver, but she wasn’t going to let anyone have it without a fight! Like a deer caught in headlights, however, his latter question had her stumped and frozen. With a sharp intake of breath, her mind reels to find an excuse. Any excuse. “Nope. Nothing that won’t bring down the mood of the night, anyway. And we don’t want that, do we Mueller? This is our escape. We need to playa. game or something.”
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“You know I’ll never be a hater, Flores. I could never.” He grinned. It was true, Braedan doubted he could possibly hate her for anything. He teased her about her awful driving – like pretty much everyone in town – but hating her, never. She was fun – hilarious, even – and knew how to make him forget his shitty days at work. He could see from the look in her eyes that his question was a bit too personal, though. Maybe something he’d rather not cross. Or at least not tonight. Her words confirmed his thoughts. She mentioned a game, and he arched a brow, obviously curious by whatever curious plan the brunette sitting in front of him might have. “A game?” He repeated. “Like truth or dare, but without the truth?” He suggested. “I’m a bit too old to play pranks on the waitresses, I don’t want to get banned from one of the only places that serve drinks in mystic you know.”















