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"You know, I bet you could say the same about me and college," Sam laughed, though he wasn't serious and never would have thought about it that way. True, he'd never really blended in as far as fashion went, with his leather jackets and dad's Ducati, but he'd never been especially fazed by that, choosing to keep to himself for the most part anyway, or go to parties with casual acquaintances. His reasons for dropping out were completely different. "CS majors aren't exactly known for their taste in clothes."
"At least you got to college," Britta pointed out wryly. So she had, too, yes. It just taken her a few extra years. At least with Sam, she didn't feel like she was being judged for that delay. "So where is it we're heading, my place or yours? Or, god, no, actually, if it's cool, yours is probably better. I have, you know, Annie." There were probably all kinds of rules in place in their house, too, about bringing boys home and when that could happen and how and things like that, regulations of all sorts, but honestly, if Annie had ever raised those concerns, Britta hadn't been paying attention. She just knew the girl would probably be scandalized, annoyed or both if she came home from the party to that.
"At least you got to college," Britta pointed out wryly. So she had, too, yes. It just taken her a few extra years. At least with Sam, she didn't feel like she was being judged for that delay. "So where is it we're heading, my place or yours? Or, god, no, actually, if it's cool, yours is probably better. I have, you know, Annie." There were probably all kinds of rules in place in their house, too, about bringing boys home and when that could happen and how and things like that, regulations of all sorts, but honestly, if Annie had ever raised those concerns, Britta hadn't been paying attention. She just knew the girl would probably be scandalized, annoyed or both if she came home from the party to that.