The Alpha King Call Boy
Conrad swallowed, his Adam’s apple protruding more than ever, bobbing up and down nervously.
“He, uh… he saw me. He made my car. He confronted me. He’s… he’s a weasel, and stronger than I expected, he got some licks in, but I won him out, of course, and then… well… I couldn’t just let him go. I took him and… and…”
I rose to stand slowly. Conrad flinched.
I walked over to the bar and poured him a whiskey.
Thought about it. And poured one for myself, too.