“You’ve got that camp counselor spirit and it really works for you. Of course you can defend your own honor. That’s why I’m even mentioning it, just so you know that I have your back. If you find yourself mid-fight and just want to high-five tag team it out to take a little break, I’ll be there.” He laughed at the thought of anyone much less Liz getting into a fight at the party, but it was still an entertaining it out. “Oh I’ll go all out. Catch me looking like one of those fancy general dog paintings, but I’ll be a man and not a dog.”
“What is that? Can you explain this camp counselor spirit thing? I wanna know.” Liz inquired curiously. “Thank you. I really appreciate it and I am glad that you have my back. I have your back too. I’ll surely call you if I need it but I am not the type who gets in a physical fight in front of everybody. Except one but the guy deserved it.” She shook her head, remembering the day she threw a chair at Jake. “Man, I gotta see that. Now I have a reason to get excited for the party.”
