“Hey Frank…” I glared suspiciously.
“Ay Marsh, what’s goin’ on buddy?” He cheerfully replied, and forcing me to respond to his bro-hug. After he released his grip on my hand, I started up again.
“Yeah, what are you doing here?” I retorted.
Apparently Frank had not prepared for such a question as his face flashed an offended expression as I said those words. The insulted look left him just as quick as it came, and he replied
“Come on Marshall; I hope ya don’t think you’re the only one allowed to have a social life!” with an excited grin.