Crayvin
"Don't be a sore loser, babe. I lost too," Cassandra says, trying to comfort him. She leans over and kisses him on the cheek.
"Yeah, Drew, don't be a sore loser. Besides, not everyone is as street smart as me. I just know when it's worth the risk," I joke with a wink.
Cassandra stops laughing momentarily, finishing off the rest of the whiskey in her glass. "Yeah, babe. Not everyone is street smart like Crayvin here. Or shall I say, Sesame Street smart?"
"Okay, I think you've had enough to drink. We still have a meeting in the morning, remember?" Drew reminds her, as he grabs the glasses and takes them to the sink.
I glance at my phone, the time reads 9:58 P.M. "No, it's fine. Don't stop on my account. I'm surprised we've gotten this far without the s**t-talking. You can't shoo
