Chapter Fifty

RIVER

"To good times and good mates!"  Franco raises his glass to the group of men in the common room of the White Rock packhouse.

We all clink our glasses and bottles.

Blade walks in.  He has his black hair pulled back, wearing a black tux.

We're all in tuxes.  

We decided that since the ball is here in White Rock, we'd all get ready here at the packhouse and go to the ball together.

Of course, we men are all waiting on the women.

Michael comes in.  "Looking good, guys."  He's smiling in his own tux.  His brown hair tossed but nicely done.  

I crane my neck to look at him behind me, then turn.  Eying him up and down.  "You clean up nice."  I joke.

He smirks.  "I have my moments.  I'm just glad your dad let me go.  Though tomorrow I guess I face the music."  His smile fades a bit.

I put my hand on his shoulder.  "I have