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“Guess you’ll just have to wait until we get home to have your fun. Let’s go, Vlado. Final destination: Poundtown. Population: us.”

Evan laughed and held me tighter as Vlado muttered something about partitions and Tootsie Pops.

Tonight had been a success on the family side, and hopefully I’d done enough damage control that drunk guy hadn’t fucked everything up with his stupid assumptions.

Now I was on my way home to get my guts rearranged by my super-hot fake boyfriend.

Best. Night. Ever.

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NICK

Nick:Worst. Day. Ever.

Quinn: what happened?

Nick: I got fired

Quinn: what?

Nick: the café is closing

Nick: the landlords jacked up the rents again and Vicky cant afford to keep the place open

Quinn: I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?

I glanced up to make sure I hadn’t missed my stop.

Nick: no but thanks for asking

Nick: I still have the club and the money from you know what so I’ll be okay

Nick: I just feel so bad for Vicky and everyone else who works there

Nick: and I’m gonna miss it

Nick: i worked there for almost six years

Quinn: are you sure you’re okay?

Nick: yeah, just kinda numb right now

Nick: its so weird that today was my last day at my job. I got up, went in like it was a typical day, then bam. No more job

Quinn: that’s a lot to deal with

Quinn: is everything okay with the other thing you have going on?

I glanced up again to check how close we were to my stop. A few more minutes.

Nick: its fine

Nick: rich people live boring lives

Nick: its just fancy party after fancy party where everyone talks about fancy stuff and wears fancy stuff and eats fancy stuff

Quinn: they do like their fancy stuff