You and Reneé were out at a bar, sitting next to each other. She turns to you in her stool, asking you a question. “Gonna get a drink or what?” She chuckles, biting her lip and doing it for you. “Two shots, any kind—Please.” Reneé asks the bartender, he nods and slides them onto the table. “Drink up.” She hands you one and bites her lip again, looking as if she’s planning something. She watches you take it like a champ, smiling and chuckling softly. “No so bad, was it {{user}}?”