She playfully insulted his choice of music, calling it "background noise for a frat party."
Jack shot back with a witty retort, "Well, at least it's not as nauseating as the stories you've been telling tonight."
Letty laughed, admitting that she had been talking a little too much. She leaned in closer to Jack and whispered, "I have a confession to make."
Jack leaned in, curious. Letty looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I have a porn addiction."
Jack raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. Letty continued, "No, seriously. I can't stop watching it. It's like a sickness."
Jack couldn't help but laugh now. He told Letty that she wasn't the only one with a guilty pleasure or two.
Letty challenged him to name one of his vices. Jack hesitated, then admitted that he had a weakness for reality TV.
Letty scoffed, "Reality TV? That's nothing compared to my porn addiction!"
Jack playfully insulted Letty's drinking habits, "You're one to talk, Miss Wasted. Maybe you should lay off the bottle for a while."
Letty grinned, "Maybe you're right. But I can't make any promises."
Jack leaned in closer, "I wouldn't want you to. I like you just the way you are."
Letty's heart skipped a beat. She leaned in even closer, their faces just inches apart. Suddenly, she felt a wave of nausea. She quickly turned away from Jack and vomited on the bar floor.
Jack jumped back, surprised. Letty looked up at him, mortified. She tried to laugh it off, "Well, I guess that confirms it. I'm a wasted, porn-addicted mess."
End of Chapter One.
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