“Next friendship hour I’ll make sure to do a vibe check and let you choose between a wine-and-whine or beer-and-queer so you have a better idea of what you’re getting yourself into.” “Don’t forget the third option,” I say, shooting him a playful look. One of his eyebrows arches up, enjoyment dancing across his features. “Dessert-and-hurt where we trauma dump over cheesecake and espresso martinis.”
