Summary
"Body shots." Pitch replied with a sly smile. "Body shots, that's a new one. Let's do it." Holly eagerly replied. "Where should we do them?" She asked. Pitch gestured to his bed. Holly nodded and walked toward the bed with Pitch following her with the tequila bottle, limes, and salt. "You should probably take your shirt off, so you don't get tequila on it." Pitch intoned.