Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

He compliments. My relationship with Jake is strictly platonic. We don’t bat for each other’s teams, a fact his parents can’t seem to accept. Hence his membership in the Daredevils R Us Club. He has a lot of pent up frustration to unload but he can be a fun guy to chill with too, and he’s a fantastic dancer! “What’s this?” I tip my head toward the cocktails waiting for us at our table. “Dad’s off tonight and the bartender is, um, a friend.” He hints not so subtly.

"He's up there watching TV. I think he'll be fine. He only had four shots of Tequila and a couple of beers," "Derrick and I don't drink. Only that one time when you brought the kegs over, which we still have in the garage, by the way. Even then, he didn't drink much, but I got smashed. So much so that I was puking my guts up for half an hour. It wasn't fun, but Derrick took care of me and made sure I didn't die,"

I remark as I kick the door closed behind the guys. “Please,” Jax scoffs, heading straight for the fridge. “You know Cy keeps it fully stocked.” He pulls it open, peering inside. His eyes light up and he reaches in, his hands full of beers when he pulls them back out. “See, what’d I tell ya?” “You’re lucky,” Brock grumbles, casting a glance my way as he takes a beer from Jax. “My beta just drinks the beer; he doesn’t stock it.” “Can you ever keep it stocked between him and your brother?” I tease.

Ethan taunted. "What do you want?" Damian retorted. "A cup of coffee. Cold brew with cold foam. Just how you used to make it for me." Ethan said looking past Damian to a still pale looking Aria. "...ah, with a pump of vanilla. It's a new taste I'm still warming up to" " I'll have to call the cops if you'll not willingly leave, Mr Evans" "Ethan....my name's Ethan. And,.I'll leave. All I wanted was a cup of coffee, chill out bro!"