“What are you two laughing about?” Joe stops in front of us, blinking a few times before lifting a hand and pointing his finger. “Hey! You said that chair was dumb.” Joe isn’t shit faced. He’s what I would call a happy day drunk, even if it’s pushing nighttime. “The chair was dumb.” I argue. “But it’s fine if I don’t have to share it with your hairy ass.” “You know that I don’t have—” Joe’s eyes cut to Kendra, and he purses his lips. “Ya know what? I’m not going to respond to that.”
