"He's not doing anything to me, Noah!" She throws her hands up a little. "That's my point. I don't care about Brody. I don't. You're the one who makes such a big deal out of it." Sitting her coffee on the table, she turns to face him. "He's not even really kissing me." Because stage kissing? Nothing like the kind of kisses she gets from her husband. "Brody's my friend and a good majority of the time, he's not even hard and he's got the hots for Amanda anyway."
Nodding, she picks up her coffee to take another sip. It's Wednesday, so the shows should be thin, meaning she might actually make it home around 10:30. Which is actually pretty good. "Good. You'll actually get some sleep." And they'll maybe actually get to spend a little time together. "I'll try to get through the crowds at a reasonable time..."
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Date: 2013-02-07 04:35 am (UTC)Nodding, she picks up her coffee to take another sip. It's Wednesday, so the shows should be thin, meaning she might actually make it home around 10:30. Which is actually pretty good. "Good. You'll actually get some sleep." And they'll maybe actually get to spend a little time together. "I'll try to get through the crowds at a reasonable time..."