"Congrats, Blank. Didn't think you'd make a move that fast."
Ruby's voice was dripping with sarcasm. Bradley rolled his eyes and yanked her back by the ear.
Then, without a word, he went to his room and came back with two little blue pills in hand, cleared his throat, and solemnly declared,
"Bro, I won't say much. Just this—if it doesn't kill you, go all in."
He glanced around the room.
"Y'all mind giving them some space?"
Madman stared in disbelief. "Dude. Are you psychic? You came prepared?"
"Of course I did," Bradley grinned. "I mean, c'mon, it's Money Traveler we're talking about. I could tell just by looking at 'em—they were bound to get together. I saw the truth before anyone else."
Despite the goofy exterior, Bradley was the type of guy whose IQ only got higher the more he played dumb. The man was a true anomaly—unemployed, broke, and yet somehow married the top campus belle of BG City, who now willingly bore his child.
