Moriah The Exhibitionist
“Another drink, Moriah?” I asked with a hint of laughter. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows, holding her glass up in expectation. I got up from the leather Harley-Davidson bar stool I was sitting on and made my way to the kitchen. I felt a smirk slide across my face as an idea came to mind. I began expertly pouring in vodka, coconut rum, apple juice and orange juice to make Ambrosian Mist- a concoction Moriah had come up with long ago, which now happens to be her favorite drink. I topped...
Exhibitionism