Camille smirked at Jackson, shrugging at him. "How am I to know? You might have gotten old on me." She teased Jackson. He was barely older than her, but she loved to tease. "Your wish is my command." She poured them both several shots, raising one to Jackson.
His hand flew straight to his chest, offense clear on his face. Actually maybe the meanest thing he had heard. "Wow, you hate me. There are easier ways to say that than calling me old." Though he had felt a midlife crisis coming soon. He took the shot, clinking the glass against hers. "Cheers, Camille. Fucking cheers."














