“Thanks for the invite, but I told Lexi I’d get some food with her.” I roll my pant leg down and stand. “I should get going.” “Oooooh, Mitchy and Lexi, sitting in a tree,” Grant sings, and I wish I had a glove to throw at him. “First comes food, then comes—” “I’m leaving. Congrats on the loss,” I say. “Glad to know you all suck without me.” “Wow. Way to kick us when we’re down, Ri.”
