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"No," Danica says, still staring at Mike like he’s a gold-plated banana split "I’?" Mike asks me, and when he shifts Danica off of his lap and attempts to stand, I have to launch forward to keep hi

Okay, so maybe he is that drunk Shit

"I, eryeah Ifor Danica, so"

My eyes drop to ainst the hard curve of Mike’s waist, and when I hastily pull it away, he nearly stuain His arm wraps heavily around my shoulders in an attenoring the deadly look that Danica gives lassy eyes "Do you need a ride ho him a ride home?" Danica snaps at me

"He’s drunk"

"And?"

"And--"

I’nated driver" and "decent hu to hold aze to his and watch as an amused smile stretches across his lips

I have one hand firmly on his back and the other on his stomach, like I’ a guy twice noring the amusement in his voice

"You’re like two feet tall," he teases with a chuckle

"Five feet," I argue, and when Mike laughs hard, I try not to smile

"He’s fine here with htly over her chest, and she has one foot planted forward in an aggressive stance that isn’t lost on me

I should stay out of it Danica willhell if I piss her off And Mike is so not ot him drunk And I’ht about it if I leave this innocent ht

My conscience sighs

"Don’t you want to take a shower?" I ask Danica, ignoring all sense of self-preservation and instead hitting her weak spot I slip out from under Mike’s arm and lower my voice so only she can hear "I mean, don’t you want to wash your hair?"