You had been friends with the tormentors forever it feels like. When Simonè and Mark came out of the guest bedroom of yours and Micheal's house, groaning tiredly. Simonè sat down in one of your seats and groaned again. You laughed.

You: Well dang what's up your ass this morning?

Mark: G'morning...

Mike: I think we both know.

Simonè: What?! I--

Mark: Don't fight them babe. They know they're right.