I'm not beaten by this yet
Ingrid smiled at his wink.
"Well there is about to be a whole fucking festival for Frey..." she said quietly. "So I guess there's no time like the present."
Then, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Y'know that old saying, "life is a box of chocolates?" That's wrong. Life is a fucking bar, Ingrid thought. She hadn't expected the evening to go this way, but that's what made bars so incredibly fantastic, aside from the alcohol obviously.
"I've never gotten to stay past last call before," she added with a grin. "I don't suppose you'd do m the honor of not kicking me out until say, tomorrow morning?"
You can't tell me to regret
