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Flash shot - Just Delightful
"This is nice," Jackie said, as Eric pulled out a chair for her.
Eric grinned evilly and nodded. "No snarky comments? No badass nicknames?"
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't push it, Forman. This is what, our fifth date?" she asked, lifting the glass to her lips. "Since, we're seeing each other, I figure to ease up on the insults."
"Oh, is that so? Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
"You invited me over, so get one yourself." Her hands rimmed around the glass.
"The bitchiness remains."
He reached for the bottle, poured himself a glass of champagne, and took a seat beside her. He took a sip and washed down the liquid with a slice of pie. Just when he was savoring the thick cream and luscious strawberry jam, his hair was damped with wine.
"As I said earlier, the bitchiness remains."
"Forman, say that one more time, and you'll be sorry."
That's Jackie Burkhart, he thought, as a chuckle escaped from his throat. As fun as it would be to push her buttons, he wasn't going to gamble it, not when they were actually getting somewhere. The four dates before, she had strangled him, tried to poison him with her awful cooking, forced him to watch those dreadful chick flicks, and worst of all, took him on a shopping spree.
For the remaining of the night, Eric received sinister looks from Jackie, but he blew them away.