Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

He said he won’t be here! To make things worse, Jackson approached them. Fuck. "Jackson!" JB's monolid eyes shrunk with enthusiasm. He welcomed Jackson with a fist bump. "I was waiting for you! The party is no fun without you." JB laughed meaningfully. "Hell yeah. You know I make things happier all the time." "You're my happy pill, man." "Coke ain't no happy pill, JB. It's a fucking powder." There was an exchange of ridiculous laughter. I guess it's how them crackheads understand each other's humor.

~Nyra The second I pushed through the doors the bass punched me straight in the ribs, loud enough to rattle my teeth. Smoke, sweat, cheap vodka, and wolf, all of it hit me like a wall. Red strobes sliced the dark, turning every face into a devil for half a second before the light moved on. I barely made it three steps inside before some drunk asshole in a ripped shirt slid up behind me, hands already on my hips like he’d paid for the cover charge to own me.

Drake said with a sigh. “What is it?” *** “Another,” Jack casually said as he finished his third bottle of alcohol, as a minor this wasn’t supposed to be but he had his ways to get what he wanted. “Yeesh kid, are you trying to get yourself killed? You’re not even an Ancient nor an adult but here you are downing liquor like water! This has gotta be unacceptable! Hey madam! Why not stop?!” A kind middle-aged man decided to interfere before Jack drowned himself in alcohol

Then I added vodka and mint syrup. The emcee called me up. "Contestant No. 13, explain your creation." I took the mic. "I first called this 'Forgive', but now it's 'Moon Breeze'. It's a breakup drink for people who got hurt. It's about forgiving yourself and not punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes." I smiled, letting go. I won a participation award but wasn't discouraged. My mixing clip went viral online, dubbed "The Most Beautiful Bartender". I didn't love the focus on my looks. Beauty without skills often got labeled trophies.

The drunkard gulps, looks at me once more before releasing me and running away. " Good job, kid." I praise him. He tucks back his weapon. " I might not like violence but you forget I am a member of your club. I won't sit by and watch some dickhead harass a lady." Justin replies, taking a sip of his drink. " That's nice. Now, are you ready to put those skills to good use?" I ask, smiling. " I think you should handle that yourself. I just want to live. I have no interest in this shit." Justin replies.

"I'll come look. I need to stretch my legs anyway." "Those extra up-downs making you a little sore?" he asks me with a smile. "I didn't know it could get worse, man," I admit. "I haven't been this sore since rookie camp." "Gotta get you up to speed if you're gonna step in for a starter. Want another Shocktop?" He digs around in the fridge. "Looks like he's also got some Bud Light, Shiner, oh here's a shandy." "Shiner's good."

"Rev? We have purchased some horses." "Might I have a cup of juice please?" Buck Drakens asked a barmaid. By his side he had his mage's staff, Stormbringer. He took a seat by the others. "What is with you and juice Buck?" Steronick asked. "As a mage I don't take alcohol", Buck replied. "It'll ruin my body." Tom bursts put in laughter. "In that case I'll have some apple to go with mine." Buck rolls his eyes, "Haha. Very funny."

Then, in an almost synchronized motion, we clinked our bottles together before downing the rest of the beer. “So tell me, how’s life been treating you?” I asked, letting the empty bottle slip from my fingers. It hit the ground with a soft clink, rolling slightly before coming to a stop. Jacob exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. The dim porch light cast a shadow over his face, making the exhaustion in his features more pronounced. “Rough,” he admitted. “After quitting as Lucian’s Beta, I went back to what I know best, fixing motorcycles for underground fighters.” He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Not the most honorable line of work, but it pays the bills.” His eyes sof

Trixie POV Jerica was not amused with my tactics but the rest of us were having fun with it. “You ladies ready to have a fun night?” Jake inquired of us. Jerica staring ahead blushing as Jake only looked away from the road to look at her. “Yaassssssss!” Abby yells. Janet and I nod along with her. “How about we pre-game a little and jam out on the way there?” Jerica asks pulling about a dozen airplane bottles of liquor. Jakes face immediately losing his joking and grinning expression. Jerica turned around and gave us three bottles each.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.