“Just Link, mostly,” he said with a chuckle, “but some people I met after med school liked to call me Pikachu. It’s… hard to explain. So I guess, yeah, kinda like a Fight Club thing. I’d be grateful if you came up with another one.”
Ignoring the bartender’s cocked eyebrow when she voiced her request for water outof all things,especially after the dozen shots she left with for Valerie earlier, Skye turned back to Lincoln, face lit up like Christmas and 4/20 were merged into one holiday. “No, Ash would never forgive me if I called you something else. It stays,” she proclaimed, a wave of relief washing over her because of the smile she managed to get out of him. She could get used to it. “So, you’re an electric type. What else should I know about you? Don’t hold back.”