“Oh, I don’t know. I reckon I could charm Miss. Ander … OWWW.” Daniel squawks like an injured animal as Jake’s shoulder punch is applied with a lot more force. “Calm your pants, Jake. God! You’ll be pissing on me next.” He huffs and swipes his beer from the table casting his friend an angry frown.
“Don’t tempt me.” Jake’s joke seems drier than humor and he swipes his own beer. Both men throwing a snarky look at one another, before taking what looks like a precision planned swigs of their drinks.
“Jeez, testosterone flying, much?” Leila interjects, pulling some of the tension away with a heavy sigh.
“Men!” I offer as in way of answer, and we both raise eyebrows at one another in agreement,
“Needless to say, I was right!” Leila grins triumphantly.
“About what?” Marissa cuts in with a
