“Well, alright, well… what exactly do you like about him?” Emily began, looking at Chloe thoughtfully. First fucking hour of the first fucking day, and I’m already saddled with a retarded nickname. Milf sex Of course you’re gonna do somethin’ stupid.”
“I am,” Emily admitted with a grin. They can’t do anything, they can’t say anything. Now it won’t—this won’t, like, stop pouring out. “We’re all here at the convention as like, a group,” Mark continued, “but now they’re a couple now. “Don’t you have, like, equipment to check, stuff to prepare, or, uh… things to do? I mean, she’s never in here, ‘cause she hates my driving, but still.”
“Well… it’s really cool,” Emily said. She wanted him to position her. Why didn’t you ever say something?”
“What would I say?” Rebecca chuckled helplessly. ANYTHING. Fine,” she nodded, wiping her face awkwardly with the edge of her hand. Past the coat room, he was standing the next room over in the laundry room, and past that room was possibly an enormous kitchen.
