"Come on, babyboy!" Reid has been bugging him for 15 minutes to go pick up this Rachel Leigh Cook in She's All That looking chick with him. Reid's standing there behind Tyler at the bar with his hands on his waist asking him the same thing he asks him to do every Friday night. Why he insist on picking up girls only with him is really getting annoying. You would think if he really wanted to get in her pants he would just go for it himself. Something about Good Boy versus Bad Boy routine. He wasn't really listening. He's had a pretty bad day and for once he is not going to go along with Reid's shit.
"Reid! You know I don't dance. Pick up the girl by yourself. She looks a little.. weird anyways." He brushes Reid's hands off his waist and stares at the bartender waiting to get another Roman Coke. Ok. It's just a coke. But one day Tyler will be old enough to get drunk at the bar so he can put up with this shit better.
"It's just the college girl - I'm an independent bitch look. Don't let that get in the way." Reid is giving him the puppy dog-why don't you wanna play?-eyes that always get him to cave in. Nope. Not today.
"Whatever." Tyler doesn't even look at Reid. Take that puppy dog!
"Fuck it." Reid starts walking off and Tyler looks back at him just in time to see him trip a little bit on his way over to talk to She's All That. He would call it karma for Reid being a douche, but it's Reid and he's been mad at him for 10.6 seconds now and Tyler is all ready feeling even more shitty.
The girl apparently didn't notice Reid's little incident or doesn't care one, because she's already giving that sorority girl smile while she drapes her arm around his shoulders. Rachel Leigh Cook my ass. There's this knot in his stomach all the sudden and this is the exact reason he is in a shitty mood in the first place. Tyler watches Reid dancing and wonders, when is Reid going to get a clue?