“MACK!”

Without knocking, Tim just barged in. “Oh, hi, Carlie, Mack I need hel— CARLIE!”

“Eeep!”

Tim tackled me to the floor, and for some EXTREMELY WRONG reason, he started licking me. “Aaaaaaaahhh!!! MACK HELP MEEE!!!”

“What the fuck?”

“MAAAAAAAAACK!!!”

“God, Tim, get off of Carlie! And why are you licking her, that’s just wrong, man!”

“CARLIECARLIECARLIECARLIE!!!”

Tim kept yelling my name while his slobbering all over my face. He was like a little Newfoundland puppy, all slobber and energy.

“MACK HELP ME, GODDAMNIT, HELP ME!!”

As such, Mack leaned down, grabbed Tim by the back of his neck, and hauled him up in the air. Tim yelped, thrashing his legs and yelling at Mack to put him down.

“What the fuck?!”

Jason gaped from the doorway, staring at Mack holding Tim up in the air, Tim who was yelling that he wasn’t done yet, and me, who was just sitting on the floor, covered in slobber, gaping. “Tim,” Mack growled, “We both had knives in our hands. You’re goddamn lucky we didn’t stab you!”