you always had a tendency to flirt after a few bottles — it didn't matter who it was, it never did. and susan was no exception.

you knew she had a small soft spot for you, anyway.

her gaze softened at your attempts to woo her, a chuckle surpassing your lips. usually, hearing a chuckle would break down your confidence. but somehow, it only made her more attractive.

"im old enough to be your mother, darlin'."