ginger snapped.

Autumn temperatures and sunshine are a contradiction to the date so I took you out to the countryside and we walked the Bluegrass hills my family owns to drink and make our own fun.

We ran out of bullets before beer, but you taught me how to shoot your gun and I showed you how to make a fire.

Transition.

Wish you would ever let me pay for something, but it doesn’t seem to be your nature. I know I kept you out too late and made you drink whiskey like a Kentucky boy because after a day in the country you owe it to the soil on your shoes and campfire smoke in your clothes to throw a few back.

Besides, you made me drink vodka and I wasn’t ready to call it a night.

Transition.

I like these nights like I like my whiskey,

Straight, no chaser, and one after another.

How do I say that in Russian?