Teen Drama
His boot is undone, and I sigh at the possibility he will face-palm the floor by tripping over it and moving to re-tie it.
“Celebrating what? Another meaningless conquest? Or did you excel at beer pong?” I droll, my words oozing in disdain as I duck down, quickly knot his boot, and then move off and turn away before he falls over me with excessive sway. I start picking up my strewn cushions and tidying up, hoping to get him out of here pronto.
“My win… you’re looking at a guy who earned himself five grand for a twenty-minute race. Start of much more to come.”
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