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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.