Jordan was cleaning up in his garage when Tino's hot rod pulled up in the driveway. The guy looked pissed off and Jordan tossed his friend a beer from the cooler next to his car.
"What's your problem? Some girl say no to you, or something?" Jordan asked jokingly and received a glare for his efforts.
"I don't know what I was thinking. I probably wasn't thinking. This is all your fault, you know," Tino muttered as he popped off the top of his bottle and took a swig of his beer.
"Why? What did I do?" he wanted to know.
"You started going with that straight laced, good girl," Tino shot back in an accusing tone.
"Angela? So what?" Jordan added, still unsure of what he meant.
"So...then I met her beautiful little friend and made an absolute fool of myself. So, this is your fault," he elaborated.
"What are you talking about? What friend?" Jordan was not taking the blame if didn't have to.
"That Delia girl...the one with the dimples and the curves...fuck, I feel like an asshole," Tino grumbled and kicked one of the tires.
"Hey man, don't take it out on my car. Besides, I keep telling you what an asshole you are," he said with a chuckle.
"I should have tried harder last night; would have saved me the trouble," Tino added and then drank more.
"Hey man, girls like that take a long time to loosen up," Jordan commented.
"Yeah, but sometimes you get lucky and you get one that goes for it," he sighed with frustration.
"And sometimes what looks like a good idea at the time turns into a clingy, needy girl who won't leave you alone," offered Jordan knowingly.
"You know what? You could be right. I mean, I don't need some silly girl crushing on me; convinced that she's in love with me, or some bullshit," Tino rationalized.
"Although...sometimes if you find the right girl, a girl who gets you...it's actually pretty awesome," Jordan reflected. He lost himself for a moment in his memories of the night before with Angela and how amazing it was to wake up to her that morning.
"Delia is not that girl. She would expect things from a guy. Like an education and a steady income. She probably wants the white picket fence and all that garbage," his friend lamented as he contemplated his beer bottle.
"Yeah, being a responsible person with someone actually expecting something from you...you don't need that," Jordan told him sardonically.
"Fuck you, Catalano. And fuck Delia!" Tino shot back at him. "You can take all your sentimental bullshit and choke on it!"
He finished downing the contents of the bottle and tossed it in the garbage bin by the door on his way out.