Tilting his beer slowly towards his lips, Adam took his eyes off the hockey game momentarily and glanced down the hall. His girlfriend was bustling between the bedroom and the bathroom, getting ready for what she liked to call 'Girl's Night Out'. Adam preferred calling it something a little more witty and a little less nice -- keeping it in his head, of course.
"I just don't get why you're going to to
celebrate a divorce," Adam called down the hall as he made his way to the fridge for another beer. Flicking the cap onto the counter, he walked down the hall and leaned against the bedroom door-jam, watching Rebekah change her shoes.
"I saw Dave today," he added, mentioning the husband in the aforementioned divorce, and a fairly good friend of Adam's. "He's definitely not out celebrating the end of his marriage like
she is," he told Rebekah, spitting out the word 'she' as though it had a bad taste -- which, to Adam, it did. For someone who believed marriage was a sacred thing, he didn't understand why Amy thought it was a good idea to have a celebratory girl's night out on the eve of the demise of her nuptials.