Page 30 of Buried Treasure
Sydney grabbed the Vernor's and beer from his right hand, her fingers brushing against his in a way that lingered on his skin long after she had grabbed the drinks. He cleared his throat, trying to use the tactic to also clear his head and get out the little bit of fuzziness that Sydney had added into his brain.
"So what are we watching?" he tried to casually ask.
"I was thinking we need to get Ryan into some Hitchcock. EitherPsychoorBirds."
"Psychosounds too much like that last girl I slept with," Ryan said.
Sydney squinted at him. "The last woman before your surgery?"
"Yeah," Ryan said with his mouth full of pizza. "She was a psycho. She took my appendix with her."
Andy laughed. "Well, at least you're not blaming Sydney anymore."
"She's not off the hook yet," he mumbled. "As long as she learned her lesson and brings me donuts next time, it'll all be fine."
Sydney took a swig from her beer bottle. "Won't happen."
"Whatever," Ryan grumbled. "Now where are the scary birds?"
