8
Landry
Once Gina was in bed, it was time to relax a little. Everybody had been on their best behavior all day, so the drinks and swearing started flowing fast and heavy when she was upstairs with the door closed.
“God damn, it’s been a long week.” Flash took a whiskey from Erica and tossed it down his throat.
“You’re complaining about my little girl?” I asked, only joking.
“Hey, I’ll be the first one to say she’s a great kid, but it’s a little exhausting being cheerful all the time.”
“You don’t have to be,” Erica pointed out, pouring me a drink. “Just be your normal self.”
“No, don’t do that,” I said, shaking my head. “We don’t wanna scar the kid for life.” Flash took a swipe at my head, but I ducked just in time.
Everybody else loosened up, too, and on one of the side room a bun
