Hungry for Revenge

A door closes, and a sigh fills the room, earning my attention. I watch as Roger plops down onto the couch beside me and lays his head back. “She's still avoiding you?” I ask, and he groans, looking at me for a second before closing his eyes again. “You noticed,” I hum, and he laughs humorlessly. “I deserve it anyway. I was an asshole and a jerk. I let my pride and misjudgment get the best of me.” I pat his shoulder, and he soon sits up and takes one of the beers I had on the table before us.