Joe gave her a little shove, to which she responded. There were times they treated each other like children in a playground.
“I’ll take a beer,” Joe said. “My girl here will take an orange juice to start the night. She never could handle her drink.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s right. As much as it kills me to admit it, I can’t drink a whole lot. I can try.”
“I’ve had to carry her passed out ass home one time too many. I even started weight training to help me.”
“Hey!” Rosie said.
“What? Sweetie, I’m not calling you fat, but when you’re not helping me, you are a dead weight, and a dead weight is harder to carry.” Joe lifted his arms up. “I call these beauties ‘Rosie’s’.”
She slapped him again, covering her cheeks. “So embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed for us,” Pops said. “I’d love the chance to pick you up and carry you wherever you want to go.”
“Lucky girl,” Joe said.
No, they were the lucky men.