“Pizza?' he asks.
'Obviously. Your shout, though.'
We start walking back to the car.
'How d'you figure that?'
'For services rendered. Plus, you're the only one with a job, and I spent my last ten bucks on coffee today.'
'Did you also drop it and then say "fuck" in front of a small child?'
'Are you ever going to stop bringing that up?'
'Nope.'
'Prick.'
'Dickhead.'
'Knob.'
'Drama queen.'
'Man-whore.'
'Spinster.'
He unlocks the car.
'Pepperoni, then?'
'Yeah.”