Your smile is weird," Ed says when I reach him. "Like you're farting."...."Do you want to sit inside or outside?" He points to my stomach. "Maybe outside, better air circulation?

Turning, I yell over my shoulder, "Emily, your Korean name is Yujin?"She nods. "He's is Jimin."I look at him like I'm seeing a new person in front of me. The two syllables of his name are like a sensual exhale, something I might say immediatly preorgasm when words fail me. "That might be the hottest name I've ever heard,

For the love of God, Hanna, where are you?" he yelled.Across the room she lowered her fruity drink, held up her hand decorated with a beautiful engagement ring, and called out, "Is that what this ring means? That I come to your rescue?"He nodded fervently, shouting, "Yes!

The psychotic clown I sent for his birthday will feel like a feather falling on a pillow atop a cloud. The laxative in my lunch? Child's play. If you think it was bad when I sent that fake resume for his open assistant position and the stripper came for the interview? No. We're talking Defcon Five, Vietcong-level mind fucking, do you hear me, Chloe?

Jesus Christ, is everyone on something because I want some of whatever it is," Will grumbled, reaching for George's arm and looping it through his.

If you move to the West Coast, I will make a gun out of this," she said, drunkenly brandishing a tiny straw before searching the rest of the cluttered table, "and these peanuts and this glass and shoot you in the dick, Will."I winced at the visual. "Wow-" I began."In the dick, Will.

Here tit is.

You're in trouble for that," I told Bennett. "Will said he's going to 'Vietcong' on you

Oh my God, Tanner! Do you really care what kind of underwear he’s got on? Let’s talk about your goddamn outline!