" I like to think of it as ‘I’m trying to keep us calm.’ You’re dead certain we’re headed to Alcatraz.”
“Alcatraz isn’t a functioning prison anymore,” I say.
“You’re a functioning prison,” she says.
“That doesn’t make sense!”
“Neither does splashing and frolicking and groping your dick in the Bellagio fountain, but in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a whole buffet of doesn’t make sense going on right now. So load up your plate, grab the crab legs before they run out, and eat. "
― Lila Monroe , Get Lucky (Lucky In Love, #1)