“Man, that’s bullshit,” Hank was saying as he and Bree walked home. The streets were a little crowded around the club, but once they got closer to the resort, there were less people, and Bree felt herself sobering up with the beach air in her lungs.
“I mean, I guess I can’t blame her for being upset. I’d be upset if my fiancé was dancing with someone else, too. I guess.”
“No you wouldn't, not if it was a friend from high school. Besides, it’s not like Monica doesn’t dance with other guys.” He muttered something under his breath that Bree didn’t understand, but she thought he said something along the lines of “and worse.” She didn’t question it, though, because she felt like Hank was more upset about the situation now than she was.
