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that his responsibility?”
    “My parents give me too much money anyway. Why shouldn’t I share it around?”
    “Like a charity case?”
    I grimaced. “Fine, fine. Get me another drink, Iz,” I said, sinking my head down onto my folded arms on the table top.  
    “So how did you meet this guy, Boxer-Shorts Man?” Justin asked. I just groaned and didn’t look up.
    “I thought he was well fit,” Izzy piped in from the bench where she was pouring my drink, plus another one for herself. “I would have invited him in, if you hadn’t.” She giggled.
    I sat up and gestured my arms in her direction, raising my eyebrows at Justin. “Hey? Why am I getting picked on? Why don’t we go through Izzy’s last few ‘boyfriends’. Or your most recent floozies, hey?”
    Justin just laughed. “Tina wasn’t a floozie.”
    “She was an actual stripper.”
    “So? That doesn’t mean she slept around.”
    I just shook my head and laughed at Justin’s self-satisfied grin. “Double-standards.”
    “I never said don’t see these guys. I was just pointing out the facts. I like dating strippers. You like picking up strays.”
    “And I like everyone,” Izzy slurred, raising her glass to cheers the air. “Oops.” Half of her drink sloshed onto the linoleum. I shook my head as she put her cup down and went to get a dishcloth from the sink.
    “Brendan’s not a— well, I don’t know what he is. It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t even have his number or anything, so probably won’t ever see him again.”
    “Aw, I liked him,” Izzy piped up, reentering and squatting to wipe at the spill. She was just smearing it around the floor.
    “You barely even met him.”
    “She saw enough,” Justin said. “You can tell a lot about a man by his boxer shorts, she tells me.”
    “More like by what’s inside them,” Izzy said.
    Justin and I rolled our eyes at each other and laughed. “You didn’t see inside his, Izzy.”
    “I could guess.” She stood up holding the dripping cloth. “And you did, I bet.” She waggled her eyebrows at me.
    “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s just forget about Brendan Holt and his boxer shorts, shall we? Where’s my drink, Izzy?”
    “Oh, right.” She whirled around, a spray of fine juice and vodka droplets spinning from the dishcloth, heading back to the kitchen.
    “Brendan Holt?” Justin said.  
    “Uh, yeah?”
    “I know him. He’s in most of my physics and maths classes. Smart kid.”
    “Huh.” I didn’t really know what to say. It felt weird to be finding things out about Brendan’s real life, that he had a connection to my roommate. I realised he hadn’t seemed real before, like an actual person. He’d just been a guy in my bedroom until then, like he just disappeared out of existence when he wasn’t in my life.
    Justin was chewing on the inside of his cheek, watching me. “What?”
    “Uh. I don’t know what I should say,” he said.
    “About what? About Brendan? Why, what do you— actually, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know,” I said. “It’s not like we’re a thing. I’ve met him twice. Probably will never see him again.”
    “Okay, but if—”
    “Phone’s ringing,” Izzy said re-entering the alcove and plopping a drink in front of me.
    “You and phones,” I muttered. “It’s not mine.”
    “Mine,” Justin said, pulling it from his pocket. He frowned at the screen, then he hit the answer button. “Hello?”
    His eyes widened and he looked at me. I frowned.
    “Hey, man. What’s—oh, shit. What—uh, yeah. She’s here.” Justin held the phone out to me. I just stared at it dumbly. He tilted it further towards me. “It’s for you.”
    “What?” I screwed up my face. “Who is it?”
    “Just take it. I’m sure he’ll explain.”
    I looked at Izzy — who was just looking back and forth between Justin and me, bewildered — then back at the phone. Then I slowly took it.
    “Hello?”
    “Alright, Kat?”
    I raised my eyebrows at Justin.