RIDGE
He doesn’t like group chats.
LYRIC
Oh, then we should definitelymake another one.
RIDGE
And it has to be you who creates it because you’re throwing the party.
I am starting to regret offering to help with this. I roll my eyes as I punch a bunch of keys on the screen, adding everyone to the chat, and then I type in my message.
ME
Everybody bear with me. This seemed easier than sending multiple texts. I’m throwing a party a week from today. My place next Saturday. Come around six, I’ll be smoking meat. I’ll have the bar cart stocked. Feel free to bring dates or whatever.
There’s a notification before anyone replies: Lyric has changed the name of the group to Family of Misfits. I smile because I like it.
DARCY
Oh, I like the name.
BANKS
It’s fine, I guess.
KILLIAN
I like it too.
RIDGE
I think it’s good.
BANKS
Fine, it’s good. Can we move on? I’ll be at the party. I might bringsomeone.
KILLIAN
Don’t mind him. He’s got his panties in a twist over a girl.
BANKS
I do not.
KILLIAN
Anyway, I probably will not be bringing anyone.
BANKS
What about that cute neighbor of yours?
KILLIAN
I’m pretty sure she’s with someone. And pregnant.
