Yes (Choose this option if not on the Tanya route)

Parked in the driveway was Lilly’s Jaguar F-Pace and scrounging through the trunk was Brie.

Aw shit.

Well it was nice knowing you.

Psst…that was a lie. I don’t like you.

Walking into impending doom. You stood solemnly in front of Brie while taps played in the mountains.

“Hey Brie.”

She looked up at you.

You flinch.

…Bitch.

“Two questions. One why are you late. Two did you get the date.”

Careful.

Careful.

Careful! Only cut the red wire!

“I was Murphy’s talking to Taylor.”

Solid save. Let’s see if he can do it twice.

“Yes.”

Brie rushed you

Ah! Run! Run! Run!

And pulled you into a bear hug.

False alarm.

“That’s my boy!”

“So did you get her work-out routine?”

“Uh, no?”

“Roo-roo I asked you for one thing!”

Brie pouted disappointed.

“Sorry?”

“Whatever” she remarked flicking you in the ear.

That’s my mom!

Rubbing your ear you asked Bee where Janae and Lilly were.

“Inside ordering pizza.”

Secretly heartbroken over missing pizza for fish & chips. You and Brie began to move the boxes into the basement. Shortly after the first trip Janae and Lilly joined in.

Between the four of you the move progressed quickly.

The girls left the heavy stuff to you, for **** mainly.

With Brie busy paying for the pizza. You, Janae, and Lilly moved the last box across the threshold of your new place.

The pair plopping down on the sofa you looked over your new domain.

A year of back-breaking labor and emotional denial turned Janae’s unfinished basement into a veritable man-cave.

James and Jace **** to pull you out of your slump after the break-up, goaded you into the project.

The three of you spent hundreds of hours and most of your savings refinishing the cement floors, raising walls, installing insulation, putting in plumbing, running electrical and of course doing drywall.

Fuck drywall.

And tile.

Actually you know what fuck the whole process.

It sucked.

But at least it was done and you could finally reap the rewards.

“Perfect pad to build your harem lad.”

James perverse words at the end of the build echoed in your head.

Shaking them off, you headed for the sofa.