by Trev Anderson » Thu Dec 18, 2014 8:59 pm
"Well...okay," he smiled. "You're right. I...well I just stress out about things sometimes. Especially women who can kick my ass or light me on fire, and especially when they are reminding me not to screw everything up with a girl I'm absolutely crazy about."
Trev realized he was rambling again and shut himself up with a long drink of his cider.
"Sorry."
A smirking waitress who apparently overheard much of his rant shook her head at Trev as she sat down a huge platter of appetizers--wings, several dips and crisps, chips, potato skins, and some sort of mini tacos.