Andrew seemed nervous walking back towards my house, making me worried about what it was he wanted from me. Was it really something that bad?
He doesn't bother going to retrieve the football, saying the grounds keepers will put it back where it goes later. I'm relieved because I really didn't want to walk all the way over there and get it. The snow is deep on that side of the casino grounds since it's barely used and I'm wearing flats and jeans.
Andrew's anxious for some reason, and the walk back is mostly silent as he is brooding over his thoughts. I slide my hands into the back pockets of my jeans, falling in a comfortable silence beside him as I wonder about what it could be that he's nervous about.
"Maybe he wants you to toss his salad or something."
"Ew, like, lick his butthole
