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"Yeah," Cody says "Starbucks don"

"ActuallyI work don," Dylan says quietly and we all turn to look at hi on three lives, two of which remain completely unknown to us I’ve known him since ere freshuess he reads, surfs, goes for long walks, and gets lost

"Wait, what?" I say "Since when do you have a job?"

He shrugs "Since, like, Sept--"

"We ca us, "because you, Luke, banged the bartender where I wanted to go, and--"

"Wait, hold up," Daniel says, finally turning back to the table "Luke banged the bartender at Mighty Brew?"

I groan "She wasn’t the bartender She was a--"

Dylan cuts me off "I think Andrew means that you slept with the bartender at Fred’s," he says, more quietly I can hear the question embedded there: Did you fuck London, Luke?

Andrew shakes his head, confused "Luke banged the new bartender at Fred’s? I was talking about the redhead at Stone at Liberty Station"

Dylan gets up with a huff and heads toward the bathrooo anywhere without so in the bathroom over Luke"

"Jesus Christ" I rest my head in my hands and Andrew slides a half-finished beer into uys anything else?" a voice asks at the far end of the table

"Twoloud enough for our server to hear, "Luke, you’re not allowed to bang this waitress They serve Ruination here and I’ll be pissed if we can’t co my head down Is this a conversation that would have ht now it makes me feel faintly sleazy

"She’s hot," Daniel says a few seconds later, "in that single-serving kind of way"

"Dan--" Dylan starts, having returned surprisingly quickly

I hold upin so I can hear Daniel better, repeating, "That ‘single-serving’ kind of way?" What the fuck is he talking about?

"You guys," Dylan says withhis elbows on the table "That thing you have, a little treat, that fills you up but you forget it pretty quickly A Twinkie, a bag of chips An energy drink Cute girl, nice bodysingle serving"

In spite of h at this shit--Daniel can be such a dick--finally lifting ht across fro a shut the fuck up expression He looks at my face and then widens his eyes when he looks over fully

I turn, and see that the waitress is right behinddown on her pad Her wheat-colored ponytail brushes her shoulder when she straightens, takes a deep breath, and sticks her pen behind her ear When she turns to us, smile plastered on her face, my heart immediately bottoms out