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TOMMY: Anyway, you should come over some night. We’d love to have you.
CRAIG: Love to, Uncle Tommy. Let me know when.
TOMMY: Invited your bf over for bbq
BRIDGET: What?! Why?
BRIDGET: He’s not my bf and we just broke up.
BRIDGET: I mean we didn’t break up because we were never dating.
TOMMY: What are you talking about? He said he’d love to come over.
BRIDGET: He did? When?
TOMMY: Just now.
BRIDGET: Literally just now or before this morning?
TOMMY: Literally just now.
TOMMY: When are you coming back? Someone just came by needing alterations.
BRIDGET: Dad. Please stop texting Craig. We’re still friends, but it’s awkward.
TOMMY: I can’t stop texting him. He’s my bruh. And you’re more than friends, we all know this.
BRIDGET: I can’t with you right now. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.
BRIDGET: Oh my God. Why are you here?
CRAIG: I’m hanging out with my brew crew. Where else would we be on a Wednesday night?
BRIDGET: You didn’t have to be so mean to that guy.
CRAIG: You should have seen how he was checking you out before he talked to you. It was not okay.
BRIDGET: I get to decide if he’s okay or not.
CRAIG: Do you not let your friends weigh in on the guys you bone?
BRIDGET: I was just talking to him.
CRAIG: He wanted to bone you.
BRIDGET: And?
CRAIG: And he’s not good enough for you.
BRIDGET: Who is good enough for me?
CRAIG: No one.
BRIDGET: Well, I guess I’m fucked, then.
CRAIG: Not by that guy. Not on my watch.
COREY: Bowie, if you’re gonna blow us off for Bridget Cross again you could at least buy us a few pitchers of beer.
