“Why would they murder you for the Cha Cha Slide? It’s a good song. Catchy.” Fitz smiled at Skye. “Are you having fun? Have much to drink yet?”
“That’s classified,” she grinned back at him. “The answer to one of those directly depends on where your boy toy is. I figured he wouldn’t pass up the chance to sip martini and complain. Even dedicated a song to him.”