Arran: Me too.
Rowan: You’re all out together?
Tavish: Yep.
Rowan: And you are all texting in the chat instead of talking to each other?
Callum: Fuck you.
Rowan: Derrick, I’m sorry your brothers are imbeciles.
Callum: At least we are fun, not boring like you.
Rowan: I’m at work.
Callum: And when was the last time you went out partying?
Rowan: I don’t have time for that.
Tavish: When was the last time you got laid?
Arran: Exactly, you wouldn’t be so grumpy if you got laid.
Rowan: Fuck you all. I do okay.
Callum: Doubtful.
Rowan: I have control of my dick, unlike you guys.
Callum: Like I said, boring.
Rowan: Fuck you all. I have shit to do.
Tavish: He needs to get laid. Do you think we should send an escort to help him?
Arran: He would kill us.
Callum: He would, but it sure as hell would be funny.
I look over at Charlie.
“You are going to fit right in.” He chuckles.
And you know what, I think he’s right. This conversation is gold.
My phone buzzes, and a separate message pops up.
Rowan: I’m so sorry about them, they’re probably drunk.
Derrick: Nothing to apologize for, it sounds like my group chats with my girls.
Rowan: You don’t think we’re unhinged?
Derrick: Honestly, it’s kind of hilarious.
Rowan: They mean well, but get excited easily. I didn’t know how this would go, but you seem to be rolling with it.
Derrick: It’s weird and overwhelming, but also … kind of great.
