"Excuse me, but why do I have to do anything?" was Beverly's response, dripping with sarcasm, but in that soft, sweet voice of hers it was hard to pick up on anyway - plus she was clearly teasing since for her very best friend (even if he'd neglected to mention he was going to be playing house with his boyfriend), she'd do just about anything.
Including share the booze - on the way over she picked up a bottle of black cherry wine, something that did in fact taste like freshly pressed cherries, with a thick consistency that swirled in the glass and slid down the sides. Snacks as well - or, well, two perfect dark chocolate cupcakes in a small plastic container, meant to celebrate this life event.
She stepped inside Richie's apartment, taking a look around. "So what's next? Wedding bells?"