*DING DONG*
"I'll get it!"
"No I will!" Me and Phil were racing to the door. Phil beat me by a millisecond, only because he has longer legs, of course. Phil opened the door, took the food and thanked the woman.
"PHIL! Hurry up we're hungry and you're the one with the food!" I launched myself at him but he dodged me and ran. He leapt onto the side and I did the same. Dan quickly joined and wrapped his arm around me and grabbed his food from Phil.
"FORKS! Dan, you're closest to the kitchen!" Dan made a loud sound of annoyance as he walked into the kitchen. He returned with three forks in his hand.
"DAN! Stop shuffling! Hurry up and give us the fucking forks!" Phil screamed. It was unlike him to cuss. His vocabulary caused a silence to fill the room.
"What?" Said Phil. Dan went back into motion and handed over the forks. We sat and watched american horror story.
"So you guys, what was the rush? Why did you leave in such a hurry?" We looked at him, he knew why, but he wanted to make it awkward.
"Um.....well....eerrrr..." Dan struggled to actually let proper words out.
"NONE OF YOUR FREAKING BUISNESS!" I snapped at Phil causing him to be silent for a moment. Dan giggles quietly at my outbreak. Phil scowled, I had never shouted at him before. I felt terrible, why did I shout?
"Phil, I'm sorry I di...." he just looked away and went to watching TV again. He was making it obvious he was upset now. He didn't say anything to me that night, he would ask Dan to ask me questions Phil wanted to know the answer to. After a while, I got the feeling that now he was just being silly.
"Phil look, I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm sorry," I touched his shoulder. That was when he turned and shouted at me.
"GOT YA!" The whole time he had been pulling a stupid joke on me and I looked like an idiot.
"Ha ha, very funny," I spoke sarcastically, Dan was obviously proud of me. Phil had an uncontrollable laughter for about a five minutes. Then it finally died down I spoke.
"Dan, what do you say, shall we get the wine out?" Dan instantly rose to his feet and went to get the bottle of wine. He returned with a bottle of red wine.
"Phil, do you want some?" Phil looked over at Dan.
"Duuh," he said it as if it was extremely obvious. Dan poured out a glass for me, a glass for Phil and a glass for himself. Knowing Dan, this wouldn't be his last glass of wine that night. In fact, it only took him about 15 minutes to get through his first glass.
"Dan, are you seriously pouring out a second glass already," I laughed.
"Emily, are you surprised?" Phil was right. If we got wine out, Dan was always the one to finish it. Dan was the sexual drunk type. If he drinks more than two glasses, he gets, well, horny.
