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Georgina laughed. “Sure it’s not.”
“It’s not!” Charlie denied, sighing in defeat. She had plenty of experience dealing with her friend, there was no point in arguing. Instead, she just waited until Georgina was gone before turning to Eve. “Don’t mind my friends, they’re idiots.”
“Noted,” Eve said with a little smile. “So what are you drinking?”
Charlie held up her cone-shaped glass. “Strawberry daiquiris.”
“Really? I didn’t pick you as a daiquiris girl.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I rely on outdated stereotypes,” Eve said with a bemused smile.
"How about this?" Charlie pushed her hand into her side, and dramatically flicked her hair to the other as she channelled her inner Tasha. "Hiiiii, I'm Charlise. Let's get drunk, babes."
Eve choked on her sip. "That was uncanny. Also, Charlise?”
“I know, awful name.”
“No, it suits you. It’s a hot-girl name.”
“Are you flirting with me?” Charlie asked, mostly joking, and expecting a bit of embarrassed stuttering.
To her surprise, Eve fluttered her eyelashes. “Maybe. Would that be an issue?”
It was Charlie’s turn to choke on her drink.
Eve smiled innocently like she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell and leaned on her elbow. “I have a question for you.”
“You keep saying that,” Charlie said, glad they were just moving past the loaded topic.
“You keep having answers,” Eve pointed out with that amused smile of hers.
Charlie picked up her drink, genuinely curious. “Go on then, what’s your new question?”
“As a bear shifter, do you have a particular preference for honey?”
“That’s your question? How random.”
Eve smiled over her glass. “Both my dad and brother love sweet stuff. They say it’s because they’re bear shifters, that’s why they’re putting honey on everything.”
“You know, I have noticed Jack doing that. Last week, I saw him putting honey on his fish and chips. Disgusting.” Charlie shuddered just thinking about it.
A delightful chuckle came from Eve. “So it’s not a bear shifter thing then.”
“No, definitely not. It’s a crazy person thing,” Charlie said, realising she was leaning in so much, her knee was practically between Eve’s. It was an intimate position, one that very much suggested she was open to flirting. As tempting as the idea was, there were plenty of reasons why she should keep her distance. That being said, sitting across from the beautiful alluring Eve with her striking eyes and lovely smile, Charlie had trouble remembering why she was supposed to stay away.
Eight
Eve
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Eve swayed a little as she staggered out of the bar, her legs not working quite as well as they usually did. She blamed her impractical heels, the booze, and mostly Charlie who was making her weak in the knees.
A cold breeze pulled on her clothes and Eve wished she'd worn a thicker coat, but she never intended to be out this late. More things to blame Charlie for, not that Eve was actually upset.
"Your friend is pretty shite," Charlie exclaimed, still holding onto the door.
