“Oh, no,” Jason said. “I’m told I’m unworthy because I didn’t notice that Dymok puked in the bathroom and clean it up before Kat stepped in it, barefoot. I’m relegated back to fuckbuddy until I provide her with wine, chocolate, and orgasms.”
Something warm, like a memory of laughter, unfurled in his chest. “And you’ve been sitting here talking to me? Buddy, you may need to reconsider your priorities.”
Jason shrugged. “So I’ll have to work extra hard on the orgasms later. Yeah, like that’s a hardship. Have you seen Kat? I mean…hnnnnnngh, that woman.”
Andy sighed, deep and heartfelt. “Seriously, you all have to stop trying to get me to think about Kat naked. It’s not good for my health.”
“Better than Scooter thinking about me naked. Oh, that was awkward, back in the day,” Jason said. “But, seriously. Airport? Train station? Or…home?”