Riley squeezed Sahara's hand. "We don't even have to say s**t to each other to know what the other is thinking. Like, if a cute guy walks into the room, there are no words that need to be exchanged. We look at each other and, like, we already know we're gonna f**k him."
Sahara reached out and grazed her knuckles across Riley's cheekbone. "She's my thot. If anyone f***s with her, they gotta f**k with me too."
"Oooooh! f**k bitches, get money!"
These two are mad turnt, Lindsay told herself. This discussion was such a stark contrast from when she was with Pamela and Colt in his office earlier. How many drinks have they had?
Sahara wagged a finger Riley's way. "She's the wild one, not me. I'm perfectly sane and never come up with any bad ideas."
Riley's green eyes sparkled. "She's my litt
