Logan was putting the last of the beer he’d bought for his party in his refrigerator when his doorbell rang.
He walked through the kitchen to the front door and looked through the peephole. Of course Dylan was the first to arrive, he thought. Dylan may have never been early for meetings, but he made sure to be at any party at least an hour early. Logan had once told him that the cool kids showed up fashionably late to parties, but he didn’t care. He wanted to get the fun started ASAP.
Logan opened the door and smiled at his old friend. “Hey man, come on in.”
Dylan held up a few grocery bags full of chips and other junk food he’d bought. “Came prepared,” he said with a smile.
“Excellent,” Logan said. “Did you invite any women?”
