Alpha Gray
The bartender starts sliding drinks Boyd’s way and I help him pass them out to our friends- Shay, Connor, Davis and Casey, and Brooke.
“Cheers, guys!” he says, holding up his glass. “Home stretch, we fucking made it!”
We all laugh, clinking our glasses together.
I still can’t believe it- one more week, and I’ll know whether or not I’ve made the squad. Nothing can bring me down tonight.
I raise my glass to my lips, downing my entire drink in a few gulps.
“Whoa, easy killer.” Davis chuckles as he watches me from where he’s seated on a barstool with Casey on his lap, reclining against his chest.