Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

Jacob grinned gleefully and said, “Oh my god, thank you, Mr. Bay! Thanks, guys! I swear I’ll do my best, continue to work hard, and make more contributions to our association!” Everyone laughed flatteringly and brought up their glasses together. When they were about to have a drink, the suite’s door was kicked open and a loud bang resonated!

Lynn jumps off the ground and disappears for a few minutes before coming back with two large boxes. Ryker and Corbin quickly run over to her and save her from toppling over. The smile on her face shines brighter than the fire as she sits back in her spot next to Joe. “Oh shit,” Karter laughs, “she’s trying to get us drunk.” The guys set the boxes down and begin to pass around the bottles inside. “You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to,” Corbin explains lowly as he hands a bottle out to me. I look around, watching as Karter taps the top of Jericho’s bottle with his bottle and foam begins to fizzle over the beer Jericho is holding. Karter laughs as Jericho tries to catch all the foam in

Reid says, lifting his beer bottle and looking around at the rest of us. “Fuck yeah!” Jax cheers, lifting his own. We step toward each other, clinking our beers together, drinking them down. “Then we’ll actually be able to get shit done,” Gray chuckles, stabbing his fingers through his hair. “We’ll be unstoppable.” I give him a nod, clinking my beer bottle with his again. “Someday, man. Can’t fucking wait.”

“You’ve got a keeper, my friend.” I chuckled, but there was no real warmth behind it. “I know.” The conversation shifted as Jarek turned back to his wife. “How about we all grab a drink? I’ve got a glass of something strong right here,” he said, pulling out a flask and offering it to me. “Don’t be shy. It’ll loosen you up.” I shook my head, feeling a tightness in my chest at the idea of drinking with so many people around. I wasn’t sure I wanted to become too friendly with these strangers. “I’ll pass, Jarek. Thanks, though.”

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!"

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.