Kaleb said, "Are you drunk or what?"
Emmett tattled, "Bria, look at this. Kaleb's totally dodging the question. I'm his friend, and even with me, he's playing it ice-cold. The way he is, the only way he'd ever land another girl is by sheer dumb luck, so it has to be you."
Kaleb said, "Are you sure you're not drunk?"
Andrew couldn't take watching these two clueless idiots any longer. "Kaleb, are you seriously not picking up on this? Emmett's freaking out. If even a guy like you can land a girlfriend and he still hasn't, of course he's losing it on you."
Kaleb arched an eyebrow at Emmett.
Emmett shot Andrew a death glare. "Can you just stop talking for once?"
Andrew said, "That's how people react when you hit a sore spot."
Emmett was speechless.
Bria said, "If you're actually serious about dating, I can set you up."
Emmett's mouth twitched. "Nah, I'm good. Watching other people date is way more fun. I don't have time for that right now."
He was feeling a tiny twinge of pressure, but it was barely a blip. Emmett just wanted to vent. If he actually wanted a girlfriend, he'd go get one himself.
Emmett wasn't in any rush right now. As for Kaleb ending up with Bria, that hadn't happened because Kaleb went looking for it. Fate had dropped it right in his lap, and there was no stopping that kind of thing.
Bria said, "Cool, whenever you're ready, just give me a call."
Emmett said, "Sure thing, I won't be shy about it."
Bria asked, "What's your type, anyway?"
Emmett said, "I'm not picky."
Kaleb dropped in out of nowhere. "He likes the older-woman type."
Emmett shoved Kaleb hard. "Don't go saying random crap."
Andrew teased, "A man of taste."
Emmett said helplessly, "Come on, you guys, lay off. Tonight's about Kaleb and Bria. Let's just toast to them being together."
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