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Hmmm…I don’t know, shouldn’t all first dates involve a little violence?

I almost snort with laughter.

Fly

I wouldn’t know. I’m into peace and love.

Sheri

I just snorted my drink up my nose. Biker gangs are the epitome of warm hugs and friendly, peaceable men.

Fly

What are you drinking? Of course we are. I’m glad you understand that. The last bar fight we got in was full of fist hugs.

Sheri

Something fruity and sunny. Did you start the fight?

Fly

Do you like it? Not that one. The sad part was I didn’t get to end it either.

Sheri

I do, but sweet drinks aren’t usually my favorite. Unless we’re talking about tea. I feel for you, but at least you got to walk out without too many bruises. Right?

Fly

Is sweet tea your favorite drink? My knuckles were swollen for a few days but otherwise unharmed.

Sheri

Hmm. No. Though it’s close. Did you have someone kiss them and make them better?

Oh, she’s feisty…

Fly

What is your favorite? Is that an offer? Because I accept.

Sheri

You’ll laugh. Maybe…

And flirty, even better.

Fly

I won’t…much. I need a conclusive answer. That was a serious question.

Sheri

Tell me yours first, and I’ll tell you mine. Do you have a boo-boo that needs kissing?

What is my favorite drink? Do I even have one? There isn’t anything but water and a case of beer in my fridge.

Fly