“Jacks is a Ross, Logan is a Chandler, and Tanner is a Joey.”
“I think you're right.”
“Never fails. I mean look at him over there. Total Joey behavior,” she says.
We both burst out laughing, and by the time we’re done, I’m sure I have mascara running down my face. I take a few deep breaths, calming my laughter. My eyes betray me, and I find him again. It’s apparent he doesn’t skip leg day, or arm day, or any day for that matter.Damn.
“For someone who acts like he annoys the shit out of you, you sure look at him like you want his tongue on you.”
“Please. There is no way in hell that I’m that man’s type.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I look down at my body. “Well for starters, I’m shaped like a teenage boy. No tits and no ass. Every girl he’s currently ogling over there looks like a Victoria’s Secret Angel. Long legs, big boobs, and curves for days.”
“You are a beautiful, kind, wonderful, smart, hilarious, bad ass woman, Wren Dawson. Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. Any man would be lucky to put his tongue on you, and don’t you ever forget it.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I offer her a small smile.
I don’t know what I would do without Gray. No one prepares you for how difficult it can be to make friends as an adult, but she made that so easy.
“Wait, does that mean you do think he’s hot?” she questions.
“No,” I say, panicked.
“Oh, my god—you do! Is that why you don’t want to live with him?” Her whole face lights up.
“No,” I swat at her. “I don’t want to live with him because he’s insufferable, and even if I did think he was attractive, which I’m not saying I do, look at him over there. He islovingthe attention, and I’d put money on him going home with that blonde.”
“He is definitely in his element.”
“Definitely.” I roll my eyes.
“We should probably go say hi,” she says.
“No, we should let him have his fun.”
“Come on,” she urges.
“No. It’s girls’ night, and there are no boys allowed at girls’ night.”
“You’re right. No boys. Just us.” She finishes the last sip of her cocktail.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom and then grab a drink. Do you want another martini?”
“Sure, I’ll take one more. Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, stay here. That group of girls in the corner has been eyeing our table since we sat down, and if we both leave we’ll lose it.”
TANNER
My brother has yet to respond to the text I sent earlier. I tried calling my dad, but he sent me to voicemail, so I left the office early. My roommate, Jacks, was out with his girlfriend, and I didn’t want to be alone. So, instead of sitting at my apartment stewing about my family, I changed, called for an Uber, and came to my happy place—The Local.
I’m sitting at the bar, drinking a beer, and I’m surrounded by five women all holding a drink I purchased for them.How predictable.My dad and brother pissed me off, and now I’m sitting here trying to find someone to bring home with me to fill the void I’m feeling after today. Despite not having done this in a while, it isn’t the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Maybe they’re right about me.
I grab for my phone and check it again.
“Oh, come on, put your phone away, and let’s go dance,” the blonde says. She plucks it from my hands and moves it out of reach.
