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Before Zach gets a chance to say anything to that, he is being dragged across the room by the wrist. He doesn’t manage to pull himself free until they’ve come to a stop next to Patrick and Chris, and by then it’s too late to do anything but take a quick sip of his drink to hide the way his mouth keeps wanting to twist into an uncomfortable frown.

It doesn’t matter anyway, because Chris is still too caught up in the story he’s telling to notice them at first.

“—and then she goes, ‘Oh my God, you’re the guy from The Princess Diaries!’ And, I shit you not, she gets off of me, climbs out of bed naked, and goes to her purse to get her phone and text her mom.”

Patrick is almost doubled over with laughter, his face wet with reflex tears. His mirth is obviously only encouraging Chris, who is grinning from ear to ear now.

“Turns out, once she found out who I was, she was too beside herself to, you know, go on. She got dressed and left. Which I guess was probably for the best, because my hard-on pretty much died when she told me I looked cute with ‘poofy hair’.”

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