Sarah Blue

That little blonde you went out with last night?” Ian says.

“Yeah, she had no fucking manners. What about that ungrateful, little bitch?” Jordan says.

Ian smiles, his face right in front of Jordan’s. “Well, that little bitch is mine, and you hurt her feelings. So now I’m hurting yours.”

“He listens to trap music. The plants don’t like it,”

An exacerbated sigh from the doorway has us both turning to see my brother leaned against the frame, looking at us like we barely have two brain cells to rub together.

I swear to fucking God I will kill you right now, Lincoln Rowan Carlson.”

“Full name, huh? Say it a little louder so your mother can hear and we can get this all over with.”

HARD (FIGURATIVELY AND LITERALLY)

HARD (FIGURATIVELY AND LITERALLY)

“The next time I drop you off at work, I’d really like to kiss you goodbye.”

“Lincoln Carlson, are you inflating my ego?”

“Will it get me laid tonight?”