Before saying a word, she grabs the beer from my hand, knocking half of it back in one go. “Thanks, I needed that.” She smiles and then sits on the armrest of the couch beside me. “So, what does one do on a boys’ night? Should I belch, drink straight from a bottle of bourbon, bust out my best video game moves, smoke a cigar?” I snort out a laugh as she raises an eyebrow in question. She’s holding back her smile, but I can see the corners of her lips itching to rise. Wiping the smile off my face, I play along. “All of those things, obviously, but so much more. You’ll need to talk a lot of shit
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