“Champagne?”
Tara put her hands on her hips and stared down the guy offering her the drink. “Did Michael or Brandon put you up to this?” she asked. The poor slob’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I thought so. Listen, did they tell what was in the last drink they gave me?” He shook his head. “Well, lets just say Brandon has some interesting powers, and that drink made me who I am today. So you’ll have to excuse me when I say I don’t drink. Now, go tell Brandon to fuck. off.”
