“Okay, so I figure I’ll bring a six pack of Blue Moon,” Drew says, dodging a gaggle of pre-teens.
Tom nods. “Good, though depending on the party you might want to bring two.”
“Right, right. Mina says it’ll be a laid back thing, but the effort shows, you know?”
“Yeah, so what kind of present were you thinking? Maybe a Sears portrait with Josie? You could wear matching sweaters,” Tom laughs before taking another bite of sugary pretzel.
“Stop being an asshole and help, bro. I don’t want to screw up, again.”
Tom rolls his eyes, “Okay! God! You’re such a diva! So, what does she like more than you besides beer and her cat?”
