“Fuck. I’m such an asshole.” I patted him. “Whatever. Ask her out next week and she’ll be fine.” “Was she hot, at least?” he asked, contemplating the idea, and took a long sip of water. I choked out a laugh. “Are you asking if the girl covered in your vomit was hot?” “I didn’t score tonight, but I’m still ahead of you. What’s up with that?” He gave me an all-too-knowing look. “Unless you hooked up tonight?” “Leave it.”
