Wisher raised an eyebrow. "Drinker huh? Jack was a sex addict." She said, shrugging. That usually made everyone assume she had slept with him. Her lips stayed together in silence. She wanted to see if he would ask her. Wisher had been the only girl in the band, but Jack was more of a skinny coke whore kinda guy. He had never once touched Wisher or even thought about it. She sat down and sipped her root beer again. Her golden eyes stared into his before she looked down at his hands for no reason. It was hard for her to keep eye contact with males.
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