The Lonely Hearts Bar. Конни Гранма

      «Dork.»

      Suddenly it started pouring.

      «Whoop! It’s raining goddamn cats and dogs!» Dave grunted, staring at his wet cigarette.

      «Wow…»

      «Aren’t you gonna run to the car?»

      «Let’s just get wet,» I said, and sneezed.

      «Oh no you don’t! That’s what’s not going to happen! No colds for you!» Without a second thought, he scooped me up into his arms and ran for the car.

      Dave decided to half-sing, half-yell some ridiculous country tune that I quickly picked up and started singing along to.

      «That was amazing,» he said once we jumped in the car.

      «That was really fun,» I kept laughing, «Jesus! We’re soaked!»

      «F.Y.I, even my boxers are wet.»

      «Call Lee and tell him to come to my place. We can use my hairdryer to dry your boxers.» I started the car.

      «I don’t actually need them.»

      «David, shut up!»

      «Okey dokey.»

      For the entire ride, Dave attempted to explain to Lee why his boxers needed to be blow-dried and why he had to participate. Lee was already standing by my entrance and waiting for us.

      «Where were you?» he exclaimed, «did you guys get caught in the rain or something?»

      «Somebody decided to get soaked.» Dave pointed at me.

      «You’re one helluva romantic,» I grumbled and locked the car.

      «He’s a perv,» observed Lee, and Dave smacked him behind the head.

      «Dammit! The keys are still in the car!» I turned on my heel, grabbed the keys to the apartment and we finally got inside.

      Lee got some water out of the fridge and sat down in front of the TV.

      «I’ll just change quickly. It’s freezing!» I went to my room.

      «What should I wear?» shouted Dave.

      «I’ll find something right now!» I called through the door.