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Knox

If you’re not drunk right now, I’d say we need to get you checked out at the hospital

Harlow

Awww, yu care about me sooo much

Knox

Can you even stand right now, Freckles?

Harlow

Duh

I cn’t danceee if Im sittin down

Knox

I don’t think there’s anything I can say to that

You good, though?

Harlow

I feel grateeeee

Knox

At least you feel good

Because you can’t spell for shit right now

Harlow

Ella sys to spot talking to u and dnce

Knox

Then go dance, Lo

Then get your ass home to sober up

“How the fuck do you go from bitching about landing on Boardwalk to kicking the rest of our asses, Lane? How the hell is that possible?” Cole yells, tossing the rest of his Monopoly money onto the table.

“And you call me a sore loser,” Lane replies, chuckling and fanning his cash out before him.

“Guys, it’s fucking Monopoly,” I cut in. “Chill the fuck out.”

“I seem to recall you grumbling a while ago, Fort,” Josh pipes in.

“I fucking hate this game,” I mutter under my breath.

Lane’s laughter is silenced by the vibration of four phones. We all reach for our phones in tandem, seeing a group message with a video from Rory on our screens.

“Why did Rory send us a video?” Cole asks.

“Let’s find out,” Lane replies as we all press play. What we’re greeted with is loud cheers from what sounds like Rory and Ella as Harlow is grinding on Lucia. So much for getting her off my mind tonight because I’m sure as hell not forgetting a video that hot.

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