"Yeah, I'll get it..." because he thought he saw her flap her lashes. Girls did do that but not to him. His last girlfriend had been a disaster.
He sluggishly walked to the kitchen to grab a six pack. Nice and cold. The only way to drink them. He flopped on the sofa next to her, sinking into the cushions with a creak. "Couch is a little broken. Sorry." He needed to replace a lot of things, including his car.
Peeling one of the cans from the plastic rim Digger handed her one. "So, how bad is he going to flip when he knows you were over here without him?" He grabbed a beer for himself and swallowed it down quickly like he was drinking water.