I was in too good of a mood, though, so I let my guest in the impeccably tailored suit act like he owned the place.
He made a beeline for the cooler in front of the couch, and pulled out two bottles of Snapple. After he handed me one, he held up his in a toast.
“To many safe, non-stressful years behind the wheel of your beautiful new car!” Lucifer proposed.
I was totally down with that, so I tapped his bottle and then took a long sip of my iced tea.
“You never asked me to take you for a drive before,” I pointed out as we took our usual positions on either end of the couch. “That was a nice change.”
“Well, you’ve never had a shiny…
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