“Yay me!” Neo says, reaching out and pulling all the dollar bills from the middle into his pile. We didn't have much on us, so we played with what we had.
“What are you gonna do with your hundred bucks?” I laugh.
“There's this super cute dress Rosie has for her dolls that looks adorable on Mr. Bacon, but Rosie got mad at me because he chewed on it. I’m banned from using her stuff.” Neo scoffs, rolling his eyes. “So I gotta replace that, but I’ll buy Mr. Bacon one of his own too.”
That damn pig.Sure, the thing is adorable and is actually pretty well-behaved, but he is attached to that thing like Gorilla glue stuck in someone’s hair. Harlow had to promise to send him hourly updates and photos for him to agree to leave for the weekend.
“You’re fucking weird,” Axel says, shaking his head.
“Tell me something I don't already know!” Neo snaps back.
“Hey now! We are here to get along and to bond. We’ve been doing good so far. Let’s not ruin it.”
“Fine,” they both mutter.
“Now, what to do next?” I ask, feeling light and fluffy. I don't drink much, and if I do, it’s only a glass here and there. But tonight is different; we’reactuallyhaving fun talking and laughing. It feels like old times and I don't want that to end just yet.
“We get fucked-up!” Neo cheers, bringing over an armful of liquor bottles.
That was the last thing I remember being said because, by the end of the night, I'm black out drunk. Something tells me I just might regret what happens after that poker game if I ever have the chance to regain my memories of this night.