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"Plus two? Forget it I’ll call my bookie instead"

"Well…" Bickley was about to cave I could hear it "Fine Plus one on a hundred dollars As soon as I look up the spread, you have a deal"

"Seriously? If I tell you it’s three and a half, it’s three and a half" Mat’s voice was full of irritation But that was noruy "Only a dick would lie about the point spread"

"Trust but verify," Bickley replied

"You douche canoe," Mat grumbled

"What? You don’t want my money?" Bickley asked "Ah The point spread is indeed three and a half" (His clipped British accent made it come out like hauf)

Mat was silent for once

A minute later, Bickley appeared in the doorway to our little rooner jeans, polo shirt and preppy haircut, my roommate looked like a J Crew ad come to life

"Aweso to these arguht

"Where are you taking Alison?" he asked

"The Slippery Elm"

"Nice Be sure to order the sweetbreads They are a delicacy"

"Wait -- what the hell are those?" Taking dining advice fro on football with Mat The guy bragged about eating whale blubber in Japan and Haggis in Scotland "Aren’t sweetbreads the calf’s balls, or soland and very buttery" Bickley closed his eyes, s his lips with appreciation

"I’ll take it under advisement" The fancy restaurant lost its appeal all of a sudden I was nervous enough about tonight without having to worry about which fork to use, too