"Man, you have to tell the court that she wasn't preggers. She deserves it for all she's done to you!" Marty said. He gave Amos a toothy grin, yellow and decayed from the ten years of smoking cigars. The rest of Amos' buddies from the garage nodded their heads enthusiastically. Ralph downed a shot of tequila. "Yeah," he choked out. "I mean, yeah it's been a month and all, but I'm sure they can do something about it. She lied in court for crying out loud! And she'd been treatin' you like dirt for the last 4 years!" Amos shook his head angrily. "I don't want to get involved in her life anymore. No matter what I do, nothing I do will get to her."
Tuck squinted at the boys. "Why would you even say that, Marty? Haven't you ever heard of double jeopardy? It doesn't matter now, they already gave the verdict." The rest of the men, grease-stained from the 12 hours at the garage, moaned at Tuck. "Why do you have to be such a smart-ass?" Marty complained. Tuck was always the smartest out of all of the guys. "It's just who I am."
Amos gulped his glass of gin. "Look, I don't want to talk about her any more. I don't even know why it brought it up in the first place…" Ralph scoffed. "You still miss her. No matter what shit you say about her, we all can tell that you still want her back. Why would you?" Amos, not wanting to look at any of the other guys, looked down at his feet. "I don't know. But I'm trying… I'm trying to move on." They all shook their heads in disappointment. "You need a new girl. How about I set you up with my ex?" Marty nudged. "She's a real looker. And her daddy is a rich man, which is just a bonus. Would've stayed with her if only I didn't meet my future wife. We're still good pals, and I think you're her type." Amos sighed. This is the fifth time they've tried to set him up on a blind date. "Whatever, sure." It's not like he had a wife to go home to anymore.
