“Oh, fuck,” Terrence said. “It’s Nameless Blondie.” “Who?” Luke asked. He was pretty smashed. “Nameless Blondie,” Terrence repeated. “The guy Bryce ditched us for the night he got back. The same guy he’s been seeing every weekend since then, aaaaaand the same guy he doesn’t know if he has a name. Well, we can assume he has a name, but Bryce here doesn’t know it. Their little arrangement doesn’t include much talking, apparently.”
