Revy knocked back her shot of vodka. Rock sipped his, knowing that he'd show it far more. She flashed him a wicked grin.

"C'mon, Rock - we got things to do!"

"Like what?"

"Well - " She twisted around to wave at the bar: "Nuu has plenty more liquor left, right?"

She was all strong shoulders and rounded boobs, her flat belly showing between her cutoffs and her top. Rock wanted to press his lips to that exposed strip of skin. He downed the rest of his shot and thumped his glass back onto the tabletop.

"Sure does," he said, resentfully.