in vino veritas

“Look, you had your arms around my neck, okay, just – call me Justine.”She feels her face go hot the moment the words are out of her mouth. Christ, and she’s not even drunk yet, what the fuck. She gets the perfect view of Mr Graff’s eyebrows shooting up before she snaps her gaze to her whiskey instead, purposefully not looking at him as she takes a long drink.And if she uses the hand holding the glass to hide her flushed cheeks – well, that’s just practical thinking, isn’t it?“Well, you call me Archer, then.”-Justine, Archer, a talk in a bar, and the beginning of something new.