Chapter 5

“You all know I love me a good pants role,” Jill announces. “Nothing gayer than a grown-ass woman playing the role of a boy.”

I wonder if that’s a tone-deaf thing to say to Kat and Max, but neither of them seem to mind. I’m probably reading too much into it, and besides, I don’t know the first thing about the culture that they all so effortlessly occupy.

“Hear, hear,” Kat says as Jill polishes off her drink.

Lane returns a moment later with our drinks and sits between Jill and me. Jill eyes Lane’s water glass.

“Oh, you’re not drinking,” Jill says, a little too loudly.

“Nope, I drove,” Lane replies, lifting her glass. “Cheers!”

“Boooo,” Jill replies, her tone exaggeratedly lower than her regular speaking voice. “Cheers, you party pooper.”

Jill clinks her glass against Lane’s with vigor, who then turns to the rest of the table.

“Cheers, everyone!” Lane says.