Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

‘Here we go,” Brett announced, carrying in two long drinks laden with fresh fruit, tacky cocktail umbrellas and chinking with ice cubes. “Wow, they look exotic,’ Kerrien smiled. ‘But I am driving don’t forget.’ ‘Guaranteed, non-alcoholic. Actually, you’ve probably noticed I hardly ever drink much. Usually too busy driving somewhere! I’rn always getting called out at night.” 'You didn’t tell me you had a degree,’ she said, indicating the picture.

Or…hell, don’t they have rehearsal tomorrow morning? “You don’t like it?” Jack’s voice sounds in my ear, and I turn to look at him. He’s sitting on my other side, between me and Keri. “What?” I ask. He indicates the beer in front of me. “The beer.” “Oh,” I mumble. I’ve been nursing the one bottle for about an hour now. “I…no, it’s ok. I’m just not in the mood.” “How long was the drive here? You must be tired.”

he held up a jar of lemon juice with mock ceremony—“since we don’t want you drunk, this is yours.” My jaw dropped. Hade and Hank burst out laughing, and Jarred joined them. “That’s cruel,” Hank said through his chuckles. Jarred handed me the lemon juice, then cracked open a can of beer. “And for us gentlemen—” he dramatically pulled a tequila bottle from his bag—“passing means taking a shot. No lemon. No salt. Just pain.” That had us all laughing again. “Order goes Sydney first, then me, then Hade, and lastly Hank,” Jarred declared.

"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."

before I slumped and everything became dark and Quiet. ............................................................ Ahem.. Ahem ladies and gentlemen the ride is about to start getting bumpy so you all should fasten your belts and stay tuned. 😉😉

I dunked one of the sticky-sour monstrosities into my mouth and caught him staring. “Don’t judge me,” I warned, crunching defiantly. Jarek tilted his head. “Too late. I’ve already made funeral arrangements for your tastebuds.” I shot him a look and grabbed the beer, taking a slow sip. The cold bite of it chased the sweetness of the chocolate and the brine of the pickle in a way that made absolutely no sense and yet worked anyway. “You’re just scared to try it.” “I’m scared for humanity if that ever becomes a real craving trend.”

I smiled, “and it’s great to meet you all!” I chugged back another drink. “Woah she can handle her liquor, eh boss?” Jason chimed in. I sighed and told them it is fantastic scotch. “No doubt, it’s Jameson’s brand” Ricky explained. “Simply the best out there.” “No need for flattery boys.” Jameson laughs. Liv moved to the bar stool on my right and we started chatting. “You need to try these rocket shots that Ken makes!” Liv said joyfully. “2 rocket shots coming up!” Ken cheered.

PARKER Jack walks in carrying four glasses—neat bourbon for Harrison, red wine for Gavin and me, and a flute of something bubbly for himself, because of course he thinks champagne makes him the fun one. He hands me my wine with a grin, his thumb brushing the side of my palm. “You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now. “Better than okay.” Gavin’s already seated on the sectional, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, one arm draped along the backrest like he’s waiting for someone to crawl into his lap and take what’s theirs.

"Something stronger." ​"Jack and Coke coming right up," Jaxon said. ​He made the drink while I sat there thinking about everything. Once he gave it to me, I finished it in just a few seconds. ​"All right, what the fuck is going on?" Jaxon asked as he opened a beer. ​"Do you remember Elara Quinn?"

Now, he was beginning to become curious about him, to know more about his life, his personality, him. "Who wants to get real wild tonight? Here's our fuel courtesy of our dear friend Jayler who just got a solution to his problems" Kenneth aired coming his way holding a bottle of pure Bacardi, three glasses and a bucket of ice in hand. "Yes man, that's what I'm talking about getting real wild because it's Friday night" Jayler yelled in much approval while snatching the bottle of Bacardi from Keneth's hand. All of a sudden, after hearing all of those he began to become aggressive and rather free. He's worry free now, it's time to party.