#delilah2

“Another round over here!” Scott called out to a bartender as he sipped gingerly at his beer. He was basically trying to get Ben so damn wasted he could talk him into doing Wonderwall. He had to keep his plans under wraps right now, though, as his arm draped across the back of Caly’s chair. “I bet I sound 100x better than that guy up there. Yo, still this shit goes hard. Sing it, brotha!”