“I don’t think we’ve actually met. Obviously you know who I am from the humor you fine in my award win. You do look familiar... Yvonne’s mom- Andrews Rutherford’s wife, right?”

“Hello my favorite cute psycho, have any more fun in your bag?”

“So. Not the biggest simp or the funny man, huh? I must say, I find myself disappointed in my votes,”

“So I might not be the trainwreck-fighter, but I am the backstabbing-trainwreck,”

“Look babe, bookends for your plants on the higher shelves at the apartment!” Jess says putting the two awards on the table.

“Congratulations, Man of the Year!” It’d taken a moment to spot her brother at the after party, and truth be told, Yvonne was a little surprised that he came. But, she wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to congratulate him. She threw her arms around him for a tight hug before pulling back and offering him a smile and affectionate laugh. “Now, be honest. Who did you, or let’s be real here, Damon, have to bribe to make that happen?”