Jane laughed a little, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I suppose I see your point.” She tilted her head, looking at him with as serious of an expression as she could muster. “What do you ramble about drunk?” “It’s like you’re reading my mind, Bradley.” She joked, flashing a smile. “Oh! Before I forget… I’m Jane.”
He chuckled, looking at the brunette, “No, just pretty funny considering that that’s what you choose to ramble about when you’re drunk.” Bradley nodded, “Got it. Well, I’m Bradley- just so you know.”
"Hmm, how about a couple shots of vodka to start us off? Might as well go big or go home right?"
"Is that suppose to be a pitch perfect reference or are you actually drunk?" He asked with a chuckle. "Sure, I’d be up for one."
"Would it be bad if I say both?" She questioned, somewhat jokingly. "I’m not actually drunk.. yet.”
"Pick your poison,"
Which am I?
"Friends are like boobs, some fake some right."
“You make a very good point. More people should realize that.”
"No, someone is always going to be better than you."
"I like it! Some people don’t."
Oh right. I can’t imagine why someone wouldn’t..
"Liking to be the best you can be."
"Nothing wrong with that.. I mean.. assuming that doesn’t necessarily mean you want to be better than everyone else."
"It’s impossible to walk away from and it gets worse when you’re pregnant. i swear this freaking things eats everything."
"Oh wow. Yeah.. I bet! How far along are you?"