“The night is young. There’s still time for me to get a photo of you with your cheek plastered to the porcelain throne.”
She made a barfing face, one of her lids fluttering in her disgust. “At least tell me there are no more OGs lurking on your page.”
“Nope. Their Instas and Finstas have been blocked, and I am closely monitoring who follows me now.”
“Better late than never.”
And with that reminder, I guess I can’t be mad at Tripp for snapping those pictures of me.
Well, I can if he posts them somewhere.
I’d earned Maddie’s ire after sneaking a picture of her and Easton the month before. I’d known right then that if they weren’t already together, they were about to be.
And I’d been right.
Although the picture of the two of them was adorable, uploading it had been a mistake. Unbeknownst to any of us, our moms were cyber stalkers with secret fake accounts. In the short timeI’d left the photo up before doing a dirty delete, Maddie’s mom had seen it.
Awkward.
Wren’s phone vibrated a few times in rapid succession, and her brows lowered.
“You okay?” I asked again.
She darted her gaze up to me before smiling. “Yes. I, uh, made the mistake of telling Chris I was tired, so he’s on his way.”
“We can all go,” I said, fine to leave my drink behind. It was probably for the best before I did something dumb.
Like text my handsome new boss.
“Yeah,” Maddie agreed in an instant. “Vic is right outside.”
Vic was Easton’s driver, and he always looked grumpy.
Or maybe like a robot.
“No reason for Chris to haul ass all the way here when C-3PO can drive us home,” I said. When they just blinked at me, I flung my hand out. “Because he’s a robot.”
In my drunken mind, that was hilarious.
And in Maddie’s drunken mind, she must’ve agreed because she cracked up. “I’m so telling Vic that.”
“Oh my God, don’t you dare. He’ll never take me for drive-thru tacos again.”
“Okay.” Maddie gave a gracious head dip. “I will tell Easton, though.”
“Easton is also part robot, so maybe that’s not a good idea, either.”
Maddie laughed harder. “He’s a business robot.”
I’d expected our dirty-minded Wren to chime in with something about him being a sex robot, but she wasn’t paying attention to our antics as she typed away on her phone with a happy little smirk.
“Will you be sleeping in your bed tonight, Goldie-Wren?” I asked.
A blush spread across her cheeks. “No.”
“So hot yoga in the morning…”
“Also a no. I’ll be back for brunch, though.”
