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Kelly nods, brushing her platinum and pink bob behind her ears and shuffling away to the bar.
We chat amongst ourselves until Kelly reappears a few minutes later with a tray of drinks, distributing them to Gray, Fallon, and Brooke. She knows me well- she went ahead and brought me another beer, too. Then she flits off to wait on other customers while we watch Trent, one of the townies, attempt to karaoke a Creed song. It’s spectacularly awful, and the four of us can’t help but laugh.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Brooke breathes, leaning into me, “Quinn called this afternoon. She’s gonna give the IT unit a try after all.”