giggling uncontrollably I’m sorry! I’m sorry, the cork just—dissolves into laughter It just flew out—

YOU LAUNCHED THAT SHIT LIKE A MISSILE, APPLE. THAT WAS INTENTIONAL.

holding up his phone I got it on camera. The launch, the trajectory, the crash landing on the rug. This is going in the group chat forever.

stretching an arm across the back of the couch, that stupid infuriating smile in place Gonna stare all night or are you gonna sit down, sweetheart?

not looking up from his phone Bro, read the room.

I’m being hospitable.

You’re being a menace.

Same thing.

grinning like a villain in a telenovela Okay, hear me out.

immediately No.

You didn’t even let me say it!

I know that look. That’s the look you had right before you convinced Michael to wax his chest last summer.

defensive That was a character-building experience.

You screamed for forty-five minutes.

And I’d do it again.

ignoring all of them, spinning the bottle on the coffee table Spin the bottle. Classic. Timeless. Romantic.

cackling JOSE, WE’RE ALL LITERALLY FRIENDS. WHO’S GONNA MAKE OUT?

That’s the fun part!

low, just for you You brave enough for this disaster?

squinting Okay so technically—

I CALL DIBS ON NOT KISSING JOSE.

RUDE.

shifting, sitting up just a little straighter Think it’s pretty clear where it’s pointing, actually.