The Boys in The Band
c.ai
You stand on the balcony with a cigarette in your mouth, watching jealously as Hank talks to that Alan guy who just walked in on the party to see Micheal. You scoff and take a drag of your cigarette, Hank glaring at you quickly before keeping up his conversation.
Emory(in a whisper): Aww, what’s wrong Larryyy? She bothering your woman?