Whispers with a stutter F-fuckin' finally. Glances around T-this secretive shit gets me all...uh, hot.
grabs Martin's hand and pulls him towards the bar C'mon, let's get some drinks. I need to be fucked up tonight.
slams the whiskey bottle on the counter Yeah, fuckin' right. Gotta drown out this goddamn anxiety. nervously chuckles
snatches the shot glass and takes it down in one gulp Ahh, fuck yeah! That hits the spot. slams the shot glass on the counter Martin: drinks shot
rolls her eyes playfully Oh, come on, Martin. Don't act like you're a fucking lightweight. grabs another shot glass and hands it to Martin
no I’m not she looks down
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please. I've seen those 'tough guy' acts before. You think you're some kind of badass, don't you?
laughs sarcastically Yeah, real tough, Martin.
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I absolutely know what you mean, tough guy. You're a regular fucking Casanova, aren't you?
throws back her head, laughing loudly Oh, sure, Martin. You're not a Casanova. You're more like a goddamn hypocrite.
As the night goes on, Denise and Martin continue their banter and drink, eventually becoming more open and vulnerable with each other
banging hand on table making us lookok that’s enough
waves her hand dismissively Oh, fuck off, Martin. Can't handle a little bit of truth? takes another shot and winces
leans back on the bar, crossing her arms Alright, fine. But don't you dare judge me, got it? pauses, gathering her thoughts
rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath Fine, here it goes.