"I promise that I'm not." Lucas said, his voice gentle. He knew Finn was drunk and most of anything he said wasn't going to register until he sobered up a bit more. "Because he's still a friend, and as much of a dick as he is, I didn't think he'd make that much of a tactless comment." He muttered, glancing back to his friends. "Don't worry about them. If you want, you're free to ask Jamie. He's a shit liar anyway." Lucas' lips twitched upward in a slight smile.
"I asked him to cover the check, so we can make our excuses. The guys won't think any less of you, I promise. If anything, it's more Andrew's fault than yours, though it does not excuse your behavior." Lucas' voice shifted to something stern, and his brow arched upward. "I think we're done here, and going home is our best option. Unless you want to confirm that I'm telling the truth with someone that isn't me or Andrew?"
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