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He has a point.
A really good one.
And one made in a language I approve of.
Lifting my palms is done in a surrendering nature while Wes lessens his grapple of the furniture.
“Pizza and beer?” he slyly suggests while lifting the latter. “I ordered a chorizo, salami, and olive one just for you.”
Dry heaving thoughtlessly occurs.
“Seriously?” Puppet Boy gawks in disbelief. “I watched you put back an entire zucchini and prosciutto one like two Sundays ago, which was much crazier than what I ordered tonight.”
“You mean less basic.”
“I mean you are a basic pain in my pizza eating ass,” J.T. chortles prior to indulging in a sip.
The corner of my lip twitches upward as I answer, “The combo’s fine, my stomach’s not.”
“What’s wrong, baby?” Wes instantly asks, voice riddled with concern. “Menstrual cramps? Constipation? Gas?”
“Very romantic,” his best friend murmurs behind another sip.
“Bad waffles.”
Amusement struggles not to appear in his expression. “You had too much sugar.”
“Maybe.” There’s no fighting my grin. “And maybe putting caramel syrup on top of regular syrup on my banana split waffles wasn’t the best idea I’ve had today.”
“I wonder if maybe we should do something with notes of banana?” J.T. ponders out loud, attention momentarily dropping to the product in his grip. “The current Morgan Brand itself is pretty…average. They produce enough profit to stay in the black, which is what made it a great buy, but…” He gently rotates the glass bottle. “It’s just like…beer, right?” His continued contemplative gazing is fascinating. “There’s no signature to it yet. It blends in. We need it to stand out because that’s our brand. That’s what our legacy represents.” When he glances back up, he’s met by almost identical gazes of admiration. “What? Too idealistic?”
Wes gives his best man a gentle pat to the shoulder. “Never.”
Their passion and enthusiasm for alcohol that they share is one I longed to have in my own field and now that I have it?
I understand and respect their bond even more.
“Should I start Star Trek: Nemesis?” J.T. gestures to the T.V. “Let Wes pour you a sample of…” his voice tails off while glancing at the different bottles on the low to the ground dark coffee table, “something light?”
“Pass.” Heading towards them finally begins. “On the beer that is. I could never say no to a Star Trek movie.”
“You wouldn’t be the woman I can’t wait to marry if you did,” Wes sweetly insists during his stroll around the blockade to greet me. “The woman I’m looking forward to finally introducing to the Morgans at the event on Saturday.”
There’s no stopping my eyes from widening in pure panic.
Shit…
Shit.
Shit.
Shit!
Simply two steps away, he stops.
Stills his entire frame.
Meets my stare and states, “You will be at the event this weekend, Brynley.”
