“Oh, we went to Vic’s alright. After the both of you got ten shots of tequila deep and demanded we leave the bar. The moment we stepped outside, you started ranting about Vic and explained to Anna here about what happened between you. Then, we spent a solid half hour painting pink dicks all over her front fence before the devil herself nearly caught us,” Poppy explains, face red with the effort it’s taking her not to laugh.
Lmao
