The sea breeze blew in through the open car window.
Taylor leaned on the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed charmingly, her golden hair messily plastered on her face, exhaling a faint smell of alcohol, her blue eyes bright under the moonlight.
"Feeling sick? You're not 21 yet, you shouldn't drink so much in the future."
Link touched her forehead and said.
Taylor glanced at him sideways and pushed his hand away, "First of all, Mr. Link Baker, you are my boyfriend, not my parents. Even if you were my parents, you couldn't control my drinking."
"And secondly?"
Link chuckled.
"Isn't the first reason enough?" Taylor snorted, paused to think, then added, "Secondly, I'm only a few months shy of 21, the police wouldn't bother me, why should you?"
"What about lastly? There's a first and a second, so there must be a last; they're like three brothers, separating them would be a logical mistake."
Link reminded her.
Thump!