“I can’t believe you left early last weekend, man,” Hudson says. “A group of undergrads stumbled in about an hour after you took off, and I had to take three of them home all by myself since you weren’t there to help out.” He smirks, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch Bishop wince. “I’m sure that was quite a hardship for you,” I tease. “Those poor guys though, stuck with you instead of the thousands of better options they could’ve gone home with instead.”
