#c.griffin

blake tosses back their next shot, a smile thats more teeth than smile on their face as they bring their head back down, “jesus! what the hell did you order me griffin?” they laugh, rushing to chase the shot down with a bit more from their lime after they’d initially sucked on it, “was that like 100 proof or something? felt like rubbing alcohol going down,” they scoff, holding their hand out for their fruit cocktail again because, luckily, griffin was someone blake could trust with their drink.