Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

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.

The gas burned out and the bodies were charred to a crisp, and in the center of it all was my brother. "Lucifer." "Jake, what's going on kid?" "I need your help figuring something out, Let's grab a couple of beers and chat this out," I said and we walked a quarter mile down the road to a pub that we had passed on our way up here. He got a glass of Fireball Whiskey, and I got a beer, while we waited for our drinks I explained the situation, how Jameson got shot with a tranq, the bar fight and the offer of assistance from Alexandria, and how Jack was acting when she was in the bar. The bartender came back with two cans of Lucifer's Brew, my favorite beer, but no mortal knew about it so I was c

But Jake’s look was entirely friendly—he seemed plain glad for company. “If I was to try well-digging, I doubt I’d survive an hour,” he said. “You boys ought to stand up to Call and make him dig his own well.” At that point Xavier brought out a bottle and a glass. Jake took the bottle himself and poured liberally. “This is better likker than they got in Arkansas,” he said. “Arkansas,” Xavier said contemptuously, as if the word spoke for itself. At that point Dish felt himself lose belief in what was happening. There was no place he would rather not be than at a

Apart from when bitch she-wolves like the one glaring at me right now, didn’t like the idea of the future Beta rolling around in the sack with a dirty rogue. “Hey Kae,” he said, and I smiled back. “The usual Jensen?” I asked, and he nodded. “And for me darling,” Jensen’s friend and the future Gamma Zack grinned at me. I smiled and pulled out a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and ran them up on the register. Zack glanced over at the bitch, who was pretty much foaming at the mouth, and sighed. “Better get the drama queen one too,” he said with a wink. “Just make sure you give the glass a good lick first,” and I heard a growl come from her direction.

“To that guy with the boring name. Jake. Still whispering sweet nothings about mutual funds in your ear before he falls asleep after two minutes of missionary?” My face flamed. It was a low blow. An accurate, horrifyingly low blow. “Go to hell, Zack.” He just chuckled, a low, raspy sound that vibrated right through my core. He took my plastic cup from my hand, his fingers brushing mine, and drained the flat beer in one go. “You’re drinking piss. Come on. One real drink. For old times’ sake. To celebrate you not turning into a complete suburban zombie.” Old times’ sake.

I try very hard not to think about the fact that I know he used to drink. "You don't drink?" I ask lightly. "Nope. Haven't in years. It can be hard on the body, and I want my career to be as long as possible. And yes, I've caused all these issues for my public image even without the use of booze." "Noted." Huh. Jax Kingston is still surprising me. "Okay, then. One non-alcoholic beer coming right up." At the bar, I order for Jax and then pick the most sugary-sounding cocktail I can find on the plastic menu. It's called a Cape Cod Colada. It comes with a maraschino cherry on top and a tiny pink umbrella.

The crowd loses it. “Yes!” Liam scoops me up off the ground like we’ve just won the Stanley Cup. “I knew it! That’s my girl!” Meanwhile, Cam chokes down the liquid like it’s battery acid. His face contorts. “This is evil,” he manages to croak, slamming the empty glass on the table. “Hey,” Jack says through laughter, “you’re the one who brewed it!” “Not this batch!” Cam argues, wiping his mouth. “This one tastes like… like betrayal and floor cleaner.”

"You really took your time Drake .Anyway I don't think I will be here when she wakes up. After having some barbeque, I am going back to home. My dad has to use the jet later and I don't wanna fail him..." "It's okay bro..." I grabbed a beer from the small fridge and slumped at the sofa beside Wayne. "I am glad you came bro, it shows you care..." I added. "It's okay bro...." I grabbed a beer from the small fridge and slumped at the sofa beside Wayne. "We are bros dude. I would do anything for you." "I appreciate it..." ****

Jacob asked as he wipes his face. "Well,you did asked for a big cup of me didn't you? So,I gave you a big cup of water" The bartender paused for a second. "Along with my spit in it" "Oh,that's just nasty!" Aaron said as he laughs again. Jacob grabs his shirt and dries his face. "What the hell is your problem?! That's extremely disgusting" "That's what you get for being a pig,asshole!" The bartender said walking away as Aaron continues to laugh at Jacob.

Walker asked him and proudly nudges Kenji with his shoulder with a proud smile and face. "Man, if there's Lebron James, I'd call you Jebrom Lames." Rig shook his head, obviously trying to make a joke. "Are we supposed to laugh?" Joshua asked him, the only one who hasn't touched any bottle of beer and has only been sitting there with his legs crossed manly and crossed arms tightly. "Hey, we're not done with you yet." Kenji pointed a finger at him before taking a swig on his beer. "Sorry but that's just not going to work on me." He lifted both of his hands like he's surrendering before putting it back crossed above his chest.