Alpha Brock
Kelly delivers me another double-whiskey and I’m just starting to sip on it when Chris approaches our table, positioning himself between Reid and me.
“Mind if I hang with you guys for a while?” he asks, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers.
I don’t respond right away- sure, he’s a nice enough guy, but he’s guilty by association.
“Yeah, man, of course,” Reid replies. He shoots me a look that says, ‘get your shit together’.
I’m too far gone.
“Thanks,” Chris sighs, taking a swig of his beer. “One of the girls- I think her name was Quinn? Anyways, she talked everyone into dancing, and I’m not down for that.”
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