“My shoes were pink,” Jill observed, and sipped her beer. “Which is why you had to drink all the pink drinks while you were wearing them. It made sense at the time. No, we’re all too old to do that now, and I’m definitely too ancient to fall asleep on your couch.”
This was convincingly delivered, self-deprecatingly candid, and also a skillful deflection away from anyone trying to push Colby into any similar escapades these days. Jason found himself impressed.
“Please tell me there are pictures of Colby in bright pink high heels,” Leo tried.
“No one knew who I was, back then,” Colby said.
“And now you’re you.” Kate tipped her beer that direction. “And we’re here because of you and Jill. And this script. I cried reading it, I don’t mind telling you.”
“We couldn’t not do this project.” J
