"She's un-fucking-believable! Isn't she ridiculous?!" I asked Andrew rhetorically, sitting on the bed and putting my shoes on.
"I mean-"
"I don't know why my dad hasn't divorced her yet. I really don't. I would've killed her by now."
"Well that's illegal-"
"BUT MY DAD THOUGH! The least he could do is tell her to shut up every once in a while. He's like her little slave. She literally thinks she owns him."
"I-"
"She just gets me so angry! Like, god forbid ANYONE is happy in her presence!"
Ashley knocked on the door frame.
"Is this a bad time?" She asked as I looked up.
"No, just ranting about our bitch of a mother, what's up?"
Ashley laughed.
"Tus amigos están aqui."
"Don't you take French?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Well thank you."
Ashley nodded and walked out.
"You speak Spanish?"
"Un poco."
"What?"
"A little."
"Well I didn't know that."
"Well now you know. Let's go."
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"It's been a while!" George exclaimed.
We all nodded, sitting down at the bar. George came down the line, taking orders.
"Water." I said when he got to me.
"Same." Andrew added.
"Got it." George said, putting 2 water bottles on the table from a fridge under the bar.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, puzzled.
"If you can't drink then i'm not drinking."
"But-"
Andrew shook his head.
"Aw, you don't have to do this"
"I want to."
"You're adorable"
"Thanks"
The night carried on as usual for Andrew and I, barely paying attention to anything else going on in the bar, just talking to each other. Finally Jack and Nate had reached a level of drunken-ness that turned to pure stupidity. Jack stumbled over to Nate, slurring something at him.
"Jack, you're barely conscious. Sit down." Andrew said in an attempt to get Jack to calm down.
Nate and Jack had a small back and forth before Jack tried to swing at Nate, but missed by about 2 feet, landing on the floor. We all just stared at Jack. What a night.
