Amy settled back against the bar. It had long been closed and everything had been cleaned up but she was still sitting with her boys, talking about everything and nothing. Her boys drinking too much, even though she knew they knew she’d give them crap for it. The only difference now was the three of them would head up to Declan’s apartment together. Would wake up a tangle of limbs in a bed that was finally big enough for the three of them.
“You guy should finish up so we can go upstairs. Myabe get some food in your stomachs so you’re not dying in the morning?” Not that they would be. They hadn’t really drank a toon and they’d done this before. The three of them. When she and Declan were a thing and Charlie was just a friend.
“And your favorite blonde is lonely and bored over here and you don’t want that, do you?”
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