Kim: Okay, points for your thoughtfulness. But, really, Ryan?
April: Iced tea from the fucking plastic jug.
Ryan: It’s not opened! And please stop yelling and laughing at me! I don’t do this shit and I’m trying!
April: Chill dude, it’ll be fine.
Kim: You could have wine chilling, though.
Ryan: Fuck!
April: Okay, okay! Enough of the wine talk.
Kim: What are you wearing?
Ryan: Why? Do you want to take this to a private chat?
I smirked at my joke.
Kim: For dinner!
April: What are you wearing for dinner tonight with your Dom, junior?
I looked down at my jeans and the USC baseball t-shirt. I knew I’d have to change the shirt, but my jeans still looked presentable.
Ryan: I’m going to wear jeans, but I haven’t decided on the shirt.
Kim: What about a button-up shirt?
April: Oh, good idea! Maybe Russell will rip the buttons off again.
Ryan: I was kind of hoping for something casual.
Kim: Ryan! The world does not revolve around jeans and baseball t-shirts from your college heyday!
April: Ry, you can do a button-up shirt casually. Roll the sleeves up to just above your elbow.
Kim: Yes! Make it tight so that your biceps bulge.
April: And leave the top two buttons unbuttoned.
Ryan: Are you sure? Maybe I should leave it unbuttoned down to my belly button and wear a gold dollar sign chain.
Kim: Ryan!
April: I swear to god, Ryan. Find a button-up shirt, Mr. Iced Tea from a plastic jug.
Ryan: You left out the fact that it is unopened.
Kim: Are you wearing special underwear?
Ryan: It’s dinner. I’m not getting fucked.
April: Mmhmm.
Ryan: Well, my special underwear surprise is that I’ll be wearing some. Surprise!
Kim: Go commando.
