“She can. She just can’t drink,” He pulled into the airport parking lot. “She’s not the only one, my mom can’t drink either. Neither can a few of my friends.”“No party,” He shook his head. “Just booze and pot. Possibly coke. Hopefully. But no strippers or shit like that.”“Coke?” he asked. His opinion of Gabe was dropping. “I see. Shame Sophia Can’t do her bachelorette thing,” he murmured.
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”