“Sam talking to a frat boy - "You. O Positive. How many exits?" "What?....Oh shit, did you just call me by my blood type?”

“You. O Positive. How many exits?""What?...Oh shit, did you just call me by my bloodtype?”

“What? It’s not my blood!”“Let me see it,” Julian demanded, and a moment later there were sounds of a scuffle from the back seat.“I am AB positive and this is distinctly type O blood!” Ty finally shouted at him. “Look at the little Os!”

“Oh! Thanks for the public service announcement about what not to do in college, Mr. Eighteen-year-old-frat-boy-with-eleventy-billion-'serious'-girlfriends-under-his-belt! Get in the fucking car. You're a mean drunk. You haven't seen me mean, mama's boy!I told you we're close!Yeah, so are me and my asshole! Doesn't mean I'm going to call it twice a day!You're a bitch! Take. Me. Home. I'd love to, if you'd get in the fucking car!”

“You freaking, flippin’, moronic frat boy!”

“How did Terrible Teddy’s face get like that?”“Me.”“You hit him?”“He touched you, you said it hurt. I found him and beat the shit out of him.”Oh… my… God.”