So, like every other party in the history of the world.Well, there goes that“Here,” Ben said, offering his.
“Oh no, you"re fine, I can stand or scrounge up a chair, no worries.” He insisted, however, so she took his seat and he pulled up an ottoman to sit beside her. He offered her a beer and she declined, so he brought water instead. She tuned in to the conversation going on around her, and found them to be talking about the varsity football record so far that year. Their team was good. Actually, they were really good; she liked cheering the games, because, well, it was always more fun when her team won. She brought up a particularly impressive play that resulted in the defeat of one of their rivals from the past week.
“Yes! That"s the s**t I"m talking about,” Tim agreed wholeheartedly.
