Karsyn
“I can’t tell you how excited I am to have a night out with you two.” Stelle claps her hands together as we grab a table at El Chico.
“Same,” Kels laughs. “I feel like I haven’t been out for a night of fun in a long time, and Tucker offering to drive us home? So fucking sweet. It means I’m free to drink my weight in margaritas.”
“I think we’re all pretty excited about that.” I grin as our waiter comes over.
Stelle takes the lead. “I’m gonna need a pitcher on the rocks, my good man. As well as some chips and queso. Keep it all coming. Mama’s having a night out.”
“With pleasure, my friend,” he laughs as he gets a good look at us.
“It’s almost like he knows he’s going to get an amazingly good tip.” Stella looks around at us. “Like I’m prepared to give him a hundred bucks as long as I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself.”
“Amen.” Kelsea holds her hand up for a high-five.