"You're a good friend, Luke-y Pook-y," Casey sang as Luke led him to the cab. "A good friend who knows what bitches girls are and will hang out and have a little guy time." Frowning, the highly inebriated lawyer-to-be muttered, "Or maybe you don't. 'Cause you're all about hairy chests and big broad shoulders."
Luke, for his part, let his friend rant. But when Casey looked lonely again, like no one could understand how his wife's infidelity hurt him, Luke squeezed his friend a little tighter around the waist and whispered conspiratorially, "Hello. Have you met Reid? He brings 'bitch' to a whole new level."
Luke, for his part, let his friend rant. But when Casey looked lonely again, like no one could understand how his wife's infidelity hurt him, Luke squeezed his friend a little tighter around the waist and whispered conspiratorially, "Hello. Have you met Reid? He brings 'bitch' to a whole new level."
Casey giggled all the way home.
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