”Jesus Christ, Marie.”
“What?”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? I thought you didn’t even know the word.”
“Funny. Very funny. Could you for once act like an adult and…”
“I’m acting like an adult, Logan. I don’t want to smear my make-up. Took hours to look this good.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that there’s people staring at you. Staring at us.”
“Come on, Logan. It’s not like I’m doing something wrong!”
“Yeah, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not! I don’t even like beer!”
“Give it to me, then.”
“No. This is mine. That guy promised this to me last time when we were here, remember?”
“Just because you forgot your ID…”
“Lo-gan! Stop whining!”
“Okay. But asking a fucking straw to your beer because you’re afraid that you smear your fucking lipstick isn’t proper. It’s a fucking insult…”