They make an attractive couple, all rucked up against one another. An easy contrast— and she's not above soaking it all in (hell, drunk on tequila and still warm from Taylor's hand where it'd wound around her wrist, she said yes on instinct: spurred on by fine features and...even finer assets)— letting out a low whistle as she shamelessly looks on.

"I couldn't have asked for a better date." Said with a pointed glance at Taylor, because honestly between a busy night of laughing, drinking and letting go, she can't remember if she'd mentioned it before. "Or better company now."

"Tu eres muy hermano."