Doug made his way over to the table with a guitar in his hand. Briana rolled her eyes. “Doug, do you know what the definition of insanity is?” she asked, raising her voice so he could hear her before he got to the table. He looked indignant. “This isn’t for you,” he said, holding up his guitar. “You had your chance.” Briana snorted. “There’s fresh meat over at the bar.” He nodded to a pair of women drinking beers. Briana craned her neck to look at them. “Oh. Well, make sure you call them meat to their faces. Women like that.”
