“Yeah, that would be awesome. Me loaded and trying very hard not to make a scene, while the guy who had one gay slip with me and his wife are not five feet away, also trying not to be awkward. That’ll be so much fun. I just might hang myself with a rope made of braided napkins.” “Aww. Nice touch with the braid. Very gay,” Dylan told him, patting him on the back. Roan looked at him with a frown. “No one likes a sarcastic bastard, Dyl.” “Well, I do.” He paused briefly. “Obviously.” Ouch.”
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