"Oh shut up," I snapped, not having the patience for this.
Apparently I still had some fury left in me from earlier.
"First, you were not going to bed Dana last night, so get that out of your system. Second, you probably deterred her by answering the door in the first place, as stoned as you were. Third, if you'd really wanted to endear yourself to her, you would have shown more concern for me rather than coming off as an uncaring asshole."
"How is your ankle?" he asked reluctantly.
"Fine. You know how it goes." A sprain was barely a day's concern for an immortal.
"Good enough to go dancing on."
"Dancing?"
"Yes. I want you to take me out. Now. I just had the worst day ever."
"Sorry."
"Sorry? Are you turning me down? Since when have you been such a grudge-holder?"
"It's not just that . . . well, okay, maybe a little. But Bill invited me over to watch a football game."
"You hate football."
