Daniel's Fourth Pick

880 Days

Amanda stretched out on the couch. Her heels were propped up on your back, and she was using you as a footstool while she drank wine and watched football and texted her past lovers.

"So you got a new guy in mind, cucky?" she asked, looking at a dick pic from your uncle.

"I do," you said. "He's a frat president at Pi Epsilon. Troy Roberts."

"Another boring pick from Dani," she said, chuckling. "You're the poster child of drafting guys that average 10 points and 5 rebounds and are boring as fuck. But your choice, Dani. Set it up."