1 part Canadian Whisky
1 part Bailey's
1 part Kahlua
Layer ingredients in a shot glass and enjoy!
Keith Malone is incredibly content. He loves coming around Del Fantasma… great food, great company, and a decent place to rest his soul when he needs it. Plus, it doesn't hurt that Cody lets him dust off his carpenter skills with the odd job here and there.
Bailey Mitchell is incredibly nervous. He's come all this way to San Diego, following up on a chance encounter that happened months earlier, and now he doesn't know what to do. One glance and it's obvious Adam's already taken. What's a lonely Siamese shifter to do?
Drake McKale is incredibly grouchy. He's sick and tired of every shifter he's run across making fun of him. Hey, duck's have feelings too! So what if he's smaller than everyone else? Spoiling for a fight he can actually win, he decides to pick on the shy, little kitty in the corner. Only, Drake never reckoned the diminutive cat would proposition him. Or that the big human in the corner would want in on the action.
One part burly human, one part shy Siamese shifter and one part twinky (and kinky) Mallard shifter… layer together and enjoy!
“Oh, baby, you like that? Huh? Do ya, big boy? You make me so hot. Yeah, baby–“
“Okay, that’s not working for me. Try it again.”
Bailey looked around, making sure he was still alone in the parking lot. He may be in a parked car but he knew how sensitive supernatural hearing was. He didn’t care to be interrupted right now. He’d probably die of embarrassment if someone overheard them.
He cleared his throat. “Oh, baby, you like that? Do you like–”
“I can tell you aren’t into it.”
“Jesus, Sally. Of course I’m not into it. This is embarrassing!”
His childhood friend laughed, a huge guffaw that nearly burst his eardrum. He held the phone away from him.
“You need to practice if you expect to win Adam. The boy’s been there for how long now? You think he’s still innocent? I hear those folk out in California move fast. You need something to compel him.”
Bailey shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “I’m pretty sure my ability to dirty talk is not going to score any points. Besides, you’re forgetting that I still need to get close enough to him in order to actually do the talking dirty part. I can’t just open with that. Besides, I’m sure I sound stupid. Are you sure that’s what he’ll like? Why am I asking you anyway? It’s not like you’ve ever been with a guy.”
“Yeah, but I’ve seen way more porn than you have, buddy, and I’m positive that’s how they sound.”
“Wait, you’re going off of porn?” he whispered, scandalized.
