Baileigh Solis

Claire,

Need to ask you something, kiddo.

--B




Annie,

Just letting you know you're my maid of honor, bitch. I'm not asking I'm telling. NO OPTION! NO SOUP FOR YOU! MASTER CHIEF SAY SO!

--B



Hank,

I know it's been a rough time lately, but you're still gonna be a bridesmaid in my wedding...right? I promise no ugly colors or abominations of shoes.

--B

Julian? I got roped into going back to Nevada. Hank's birthday is Tuesday. I'll just have to punch anyone that asks me if I'm the hooker magician. Do you mind terribly? She's all bouncy about it. Hank, I mean. Something about a concert and I think I may have promised her you'd buy her something shiny cause you have such good taste and all. I really don't want to stay for more than a day or two. If you don't want to go, I'll just go alone.

Callahan, just cave already. I'm going to lose my voice soon and then? I'll have to resort to constantly punching you in the shoulder. So unless you want to hear the NEXT 100 reasons AND be bruised for days, just take the kid, sign the little paper and let her do it already.