Third Person's POV
Randall bolted straight up from the couch. "Holy s**t! I just bragged to Chloe in our group chat about helping Morty pull strings for Vivian... She's going to skin me alive when I get home! She finally started being nice to me this week!"
As he talked, Randall grabbed his coat with lightning speed and made a run for the door.
"I'm out! You guys enjoy the drinks!"
Before anyone could answer, he vanished into the loud, pounding bass of the club.
Humphrey stared into Mortimer's dark, murderous eyes. The tiny bit of brain he'd just grown finally clicked—he realized he was about to turn his best friend into a mortal enemy.
He stood up, looking incredibly awkward. "So, uh... I just remembered my girl is waiting for me. I gotta run too."
The second Humphrey left, the oth
