Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

The looks on their faces were funny. Now I get why she did it! Knives got Cobalt – the in-house bartender! - over and instantly there were four shorts of something that probably could fuel fighter-jets in front of us. I didn’t even ask but threw it back and swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down. Finally, I was starting to feel the familiar buzz of being drunk, and I lost some of my inhibitions. Perhaps fucking someone while thinking of Cracker wasn’t such a bad thing after all…

he said with a grin. “What are we going to call the other one? Johnny Walker? Bacardi? Jim Bean? How about we just skip brands and go straight for Vodka or whiskey?” Sebestian asked with a chuckle, though he did have to admit, he kind of liked it too. He shook his head when Allen laughed.

Here he didn’t have that, and those he met would treat him differently, knowing he was their Beta. He tossed his controller on the desk and went to the kitchen to grab water. As he opened the refrigerator, he noticed Duncan’s beer. Deciding tonight called for something other than water, he grabbed himself a beer and slinked back to his bedroom. He twisted the top off with ease and tossed it on his desk. Taking a swig of beer, he sputtered and spat all over the desk. He was not expecting the foul taste. Everyone drank it, but he couldn’t figure out why. After he recovered, he tried another smaller sip, but the results were the same. Great! He couldn’t even drink beer. So when the pack leaders

Handing Brock a flyer for Featherlite Jackson turned giving a mock salute. “I’m outtie, bye Brock.” Jackson said as he left. Staring down at the flyer Brock suddenly felt that for once something was going his way. Leaving the auditorium he realised he’d had quite a bit to drink. Calling an Uber seems like the most sensible solution. The uber arrived and Brock was now feeling the effects of the drink. With the Featherlite flyer in his pocket. He rang his brother and left a garbled message “Blake, Bro you there? No? Well that’s rude, anyway I’m coming home via an Uber, left my car at the...at the place where cars live, I couldn’t dink because I was driving, hee hee no I couldn’t drive because

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

He steadies me as I prepare for the big moment. With calculated precision, Jake positions himself to support me, carefully hoisting my legs up into the air, ensuring I’m securely upside down even as the world spins, I feel a sense of calm from his steady grip. With my legs firmly held, I reach out instinctively for the keg. As my hands find their hold, I tilt my head back and begin to drink with a fervor driven by the adrenaline pounding in my veins. The cheers crescendo, weaving through the room, voices merging into a hero's anthem, motivating me pushing me further as I start to conquer the impossible.

We rotated around over the spinning stool once we had our beers. “I still don’t know why I drink this thing.” Jake made a bitter face as he drank some of his beer. “Don’t drink it, then.” Connor said as he tried to snatch the bottle of beer from him. “Hey!” Jake shrieked as he rotated his stool sideways away from Connor’s reaching hand as he hid the bottle of beer against his chest. “What? Just give it to me if you don’t like the taste of it.” Connor told while trying to get the beer from Jake.

"Don't play dumb now, bitch, or I'll blow your damn head off!" “Well, that doesn't sound good at all. Listen, buddy. I'm just looking after the pub for Javier." "And where's Javier?" “He had a little problem at home with his old lady, I didn't know I didn't care. I'm just enjoying the free beer in his absence." "What's with the fallen wooden crates outside?"

“You keep your own stock of beer in the break room?” “Sometimes. When I find out who’s been helping themselves, I’m going to kick their ass.” “So, back to that guy, Breaker. Has he served time before?” “Yeah. For assault and rape.” I swallowed. “So, do you want a beer?” he asked, holding out a brown bottle. I looked at the dragon tattoo on his forearm and the skull ring on his finger, reminding me that Raptor wasn’t exactly the boy-next-door either. “No. We have to get going.

He wore slacks and some sort of silk shirt held together by one or two buttons. "Morning," Killam called out. Excitement rolled off Jabby. He was a damn kid ready to go play with his toys. It was hard to not catch the feeling. "Don't we have somewhere to be?" Killam saluted Jabby with the mug of coffee. "Just waiting on you, my prince." "Well come on." He waved toward the door. Killam drained the mug. He'd need the fortification. The food he left untouched. Jabby wasn't exactly a good driver and there had been times when even Killam's iron stomach got a little shook with how the man drove.