Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

Wildfire punched his shoulder and he had to admit, it kind of hurt.

“You are so,” she said, swinging again, “out of pocket.”

What? Finley protested laughingly, ducking away from the second hit. A guy’s gotta get his dick wet! It’s a biological imperative!

His sister made a sound of disgust, though he knew it was only halfhearted. “Fine, but I’m not sticking around for that. Come find me when you’re done”—Wildfire wrinkled her nose—“being garbage.”

Mmkay. Smell ya later, binch, he said affectionately, waving overly enthusiastically and earning an eye roll when she glanced back at him.

After Wildfire left, Finley looked around and rubbed his paws together. H’okay, time to go get some strange, the leggy yearling quipped to himself, grinning as he hopped to his feet and began walking toward Margaritaville Coconut Grove.