I nodded. “Not my idea of a good time, but yeah. Has to be done.”
Maeve bit at her bottom lip. “We go together. United front. Maybe after her shift tomorrow. Here—somewhere semi-public so she can’t lose it on us too bad.”
“Smart.” I considered. “Did she do this because she wanted you, or because she wanted all the free weed she can’t afford now her mom cut her off?”
“Who knows, with Harmony. God, I’m not sure which is worse, though. It was a bet? Seriously?” Maeve ran her hands through her hair, messing it up adorably. “I need a drink.”
“Can I take you to dinner? Really, like, old-people-early dinner? With margaritas?”
“You totally can.”
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We got twelve tacos and six margaritas to go, so I could drink, too, and took them back to my place. I asked her to wait a second so I coul
