Wyatt shrugged. “You’re tellin’ me. I was takin’ my chances anyway.” Because messing with Deb’s things was tricky. But he had to think he had earned some goodwill from her over the years. “If she does cuts me off I’ll just get you to share with me, sweetheart.” the odds couldn’t be that the both of them would be booted out of their friends good graces at the same time.
“Not gonna apologize for it a year out.” Not that Kendall had been looking for one, he was being an ass on purpose, smirk and all. “Should of picked a better place to be.” Deb and Kendall had been the only tolerable people in the bar. It hadn’t helped his mood much. But that was last year, this year was different. Was going to start things on a better foot. “That damn bar was a headache.”
Looking over, the whole group seemed preoccupied. “Nah, I think odds are good that they’ll stay put.” Probably forgot there was anyone beyond their group on the roof. He was okay with that. “Maybe you want ‘em over here, is that what I’m hearing? Worried you’ll get lonely with just me for company.” He took another swallow from the bottle and offered it back to Kendall. Should probably stop, since he was being a dumbass now, couldn’t keep his mouth from saying things he didn’t mean.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He screwed his face into a look of confusion, bending a little now that Kendall was leaned back. “Not banking on those fireworks. Don’t think you are either.” But maybe he was wrong. “Fuck knows why we’re still up here though.” Maybe it wasn’t a ‘we’ situation really.
Wyatt gave her something between a smirk and a smile at the teasing. “Would it be so bad to clear the dumbasses outta the population?” He laughed again when he realized that she had just used that same insult on him. “Not includin’ me. Not gonna jump off any roofs.” He had gotten good at reading her expressions, so even though her voice had said one thing, he knew she wasn’t really ticked at him. Dumbass was almost an endearment for him, if they were the kind of a friends that did endearments unironically.
Backpedal. He had to backpedal. His whole brain was on panic mode for (probably) no good reason. Probably the inebriation seeping in slowly. “Probably just thinkin’ ‘fire good, cold bad.’ C’mon.” He leaned forward and pulled on the hem of her shirt to get her to settle back down. “Doubt they’d have anything but bad pick up lines for you anyway.” It took a lot of self-control not to tug her back down and slide an arm around her shoulders, in some non-verbal ‘fuck off’ to the frat boys who weren’t even paying attention.
“I’m comfortable right here, thanks.” He settled back again, and the smirk that had been living on his face for most of the night crept back in. “Might of just wanted to check your ass out when you walked away.” If she’d gone over he would have taken the opportunity, so it was sort of true, even if she took it as a joke.