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God damn, New York. You do Pride well. I haven't been to many but the few that I have been to have been tame in comparison. Then again I've never gone to any clubs on Pride, mostly just bars that I knew wouldn't be mobbed with people but still have specials.

It's Wednesday and the last guy in at the bar was asking what day it was and still covered in glitter. Now, I can't really remember any of the other Pride celebrations that I've been to but I've never been that fucked up. I was capable of getting drunk back then versus hardly managing a buzz after what I'm sure should have me laid up in a hospital somewhere with my stomach being pumped. Which I guess I should count as a blessing in disguise. So thanks power for coming in handy if I ever decide to drink an entire shelf of alcohol.

[KENSIA]

Speaking of alcohol, how's your dad? Is that a weird thing to ask? I think of him every time I see an empty bottle of vodka. That's also a weird thing to say but it's true.

[SHELBY]

So. We doing something for Caleb's birthday? Don't think he'd want anything big with unicorns and every flavored vodka under Gods green Earth. But maybe just food and drinks. Or maybe just drinks because he deserves it. And presents somewhere in between there. Also, who are his friends aside from us? Not me trying to rag on him, me genuinely wondering who he hangs around aside from his coworkers and us.

Did he tell you about the Way?

[CALEB]

Yo.

Before I say anything I'm not supposed to, you tell Shelby about staying at the Way place yet?

[GINNY]

What do you think of this the Way people? And, do you or the pups need anything from the store?