“How did you even get pie at a bar?” Gatsby questioned his friend across the small table they both occupied. “I got it from next door and brought it over.” Flint ate the pie like it was his last meal on earth. Gatsby’s eyes began to wander over to wear Lavender and Katie stood, away from them enjoying their girls night. His eyes travelled down Lavender’s body then back up it. Thoroughly distracted. He could hear Flint talking, but didn’t really know what he was saying. Lavender Brown was taking full advantage of being out at a bar with him, but not really with him. 

“I don’t even understand Katie sometimes man. Girls just suck. Why can’t she just say what she wants? I mean does she want a serious relationship? Does she want to move in with me?” He shook his head and continued to eat. “What am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to fix things if I have no idea what is going on!” He finally took his eyes off his pie then looked at Gatsby. “You aren’t even listening!” Gatsby finally turned to look at his friend. “Look, Flint, if I taught you anything, its not to grovel. You see that.” He motioned over to the girls. “That is my gorgeous girl right there. Beckoning me with her eyes and I’m not the guy to turn away because my friend wants to eat his feelings through pie. And there is your beautiful girl standing next to her.” He stood up from the table. 

“Be a man. Stop eating pie. And go get your girl.” 

Flint frowned, a mouthful of pie still in his mouth as he watched his closest friend walk towards the two girls. Had Gatsby just given him a lecture? What was worse was he was completely fucking right.  Sighing in defeat, he swallowed what was in his mouth and stood, clutching his plate tight in his hands. “Fine, but I’m taking my pie with me.” He grumbled stubbornly, feet shuffling against the floor like a sulking child as he followed.