#oh boys...

I find it hilarious how they constantly contradict themselves regarding the formalities of their relationship. Carlos was saying a few months ago that they weren't personal friends, and then you have Jannik like, "Hold my racket, this is personal."

Glenn: [Winks to David]

Ritchie: Alright, alright. What is going on here?

David: I have something in my eye [Rubs his eye]

Glenn: [Visibly nervous] O-oh me too... [Rubs his eye violently]

College - Part 2

         Nigel tapped his cards on the table, glancing at Mr. Raki. He had been nervous when Adam’s father had first extended the invitation to his Poker night, wary of playing games with the only father he’d ever really known. But it was nice, being in Mr. Raki’s apartment; he could pretend Adam was just behind his room door, staring up at the stars on his ceiling. Once a month, Nigel got to go back to his second home and feel his world righted, just for a bit.

         “Too rich for my blood.” Mr. Raki’s Army buddy, Harlan, folded. He tossed his cards into the center of the table and rose. “Anyone want another round?”

         Nigel raised his hand, then focused back on Mr. Raki. The man was chewing on the left side of his bottom lip, his nose wrinkling just slightly. It was the exact face Adam made when he was nervous. Nigel’s chest flooded with warmth at the thought.

         “You’re bluffing.” Nigel smirked at Mr. Raki, flicking a chip into the pile. “And I call.”

         Mr. Raki’s mouth thinned for a minute, before he smiled, ducking his head and dropping his hand. He had a pair, but Nigel had two. “You’re supposed to respect your elders! Don’t you smirk at me like that!”

         “Your boy’s got Marcus’s number!” Harlan laughed, putting his arm around Mamă as he sat a soda next to Nigel. She laughed too, shaking her head at the men.