JACK: Do I smell something burning up there?

ME: If you were really that concerned, you’d get your ass up off that super-comfy couch and check on me yourself.

JACK: Is that a yes?

ME: I’m fine, thanks for your concern. Just cutting the tops off glass bottles so I can use them as vases.

JACK: You’re cutting glass with fire?!?!?!?

ME: Relax, I read like ten Pinterest tutorials before I started.

JACK: Fire extinguisher is under the sink.

ME: Oh ye of little faith.

GEMMA: So I know I still have two more weeks, but what are we doing to celebrate my last day of school?

GEMMA: I need something to live for.

ME: You guys could come to my bar!

NICK: Are there free drinks involved in that offer?

ME: There are heavier-than-normal pours involved in that offer.

ME: As long as the tips are good, obvs.

GEMMA: We have to tip you?!?!?!?

ME: You do know I make less than minimum wage now, right?

GEMMA: I also know what you pay in rent to live in your SWEET-ASS HOUSE with your adorable roommate.

ME: Jack is not adorable.

HARLEY: He totally is and you know it.

NICK: So drinks at Sadie’s place?

ME: Hmmm. Sadie’s Place. I like the sound of that. Maybe I should open a bar . . .

ME: Dude, are you okay?

JACK: ?

ME: That’s not an answer. Seriously, are you all right?

JACK: I’m fine, what’s the problem?

ME: I just got home and you’re not here. I thought maybe you got kidnapped or something.

JACK: Haha.

ME: Okay, only that last part was a joke. I was actually worried, I’ll have you know.

JACK: . . .

JACK: . . .

JACK: Am I really that much of a hermit?

ME: Yes.

ME: But if you’d like to be less hermity, the gang is all coming to my bar next Friday night to celebrate Gemma’s last day of school. We’d love for you to come if you’re free.

JACK: I’ll think about it.

ME: GUYS. I just got my first official order!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HARLEY: Woohoo! That’s so exciting, Sadie!

GEMMA: Yes, girl! Get that money!!!

NICK: What did you end up setting your price point at? What are the profit margins looking like?

GEMMA: Yawn.

HARLEY: When’s it for?

ME: I’ve got to deliver it on Friday morning

GEMMA: Now we have two things to celebrate next weekend!