Breaking Her at Thanksgiving
He asked, his eye on the girl’s ass.
The girl smiled shyly, tucking her pink hair behind her ear. “Catty.”
“Well, Catty…I’m expecting you later tonight.” He said, tapping her ass as she walked away giggling.
Ronan didn’t react.
Quagmire just laughed, pouring the drink into the glasses.
“You really want to keep living like this,” Ronan said, turning to his brother.
Raphael shrugged. “I’d rather go back to my roots than playing pretend like you.” He said. “I mean, isn’t it exhausting?”