Re: 8:45ish, at a booth - open
"No, freaking a, BB." Annoyed at her suggestion--even if it was a joke, Gus downed more of his beer. "Here's what really happened. Okay?"
He no longer fidgeted with the remaining pie, instead bracing himself for his sister's reaction. In one breath, he told her the truth.
"They got a dog, BB. A big dog. Like. They didn't ask if I was okay with it." Flustered, a piece of the pie went down his hatch, quickly devoured. "You know I can't stand dogs. They basically kicked me out when they did that."