Chandler
"Pay me my money," I scream, "that son-of-b*tch just scored a touchdown."
It's Thursday night, and I'm watching football at Rick's house. Usually, it's the three of us, but Ben had a late meeting. So, as usual, we bet a couple of grand on the teams playing. I'm typically on the losing end of the bets.
My luck just changed.
Rick sits next to me on the couch, staring off in the distance for most of the game.
When I flop on the couch, I give him a shove.
He looks at me as if he's trying to figure out when I arrived at his house.
I grab my half-empty soda can from the table and glance at Rick again, "s**t, did Marty turn you down?"
Rick frowns. "Marty? Uh, no. My sister's back in town for the fundraiser I must throw together in record time."
"Yeah, Ben told me about how he ha
