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started tapping out a message, the front door opened. Winston and Riley carried in a keg of beer. I did a double take. “I thought we agreed to keep it small?” We didn’t want things getting out of control and had decided to invite only our closest friends on the baseball team.
“You never know.” Riley grunted as he and Winston headed toward the kitchen. I stepped out of the way so they could park the keg on the vinyl floor. “Besides, we got the hookup.”
I looked at Winston. “Monica still works at the liquor store,” he said with a sly grin. “What can I say?”
“I guess it helps to have friends in low places.” I glanced up from my phone as I hit send. Monica was a trashy girl that had made her rounds with the team and who knows who else. She made her moves on me, but one look at her teeth, and that sent me running. I wasn’t sure if gingivitis and decay were contagious, but I didn’t want to find out.
“Low or high . . . does it matter? As long as you get what you want.” Riley held up his fist, and Winston bumped it.
“You got that right.” Winston nodded in agreement. “I call it being resourceful.” He turned his ball cap around and picked up the pump for the keg.
I never put it past these guys to get what they wanted, no matter the cost. Sometimes I was afraid to ask what they’d done or who they’d done.
“So, where’s the birthday boy now?” Riley asked, wiping his hands on his jeans.
My phone dinged, and I glanced at the screen. “Ali just messaged me.” I lifted my phone slightly and read them what she sent.
Ali: Just got to the restaurant. I’ll text you when we leave.
“Cool. We’re right on track.” Winston worked to insert the tap on the keg.
I quickly sent her a message back.
Me: Sounds good.
I shoved my phone in my back pocket. Picking up a large package of red Solo cups, I placed them on the counter along with a few bottles of soda. We spent the next hour getting everything set up before our friends arrived. Forbes was adamant that we have enough Jell-O shots, so we did the quick set method and placed them in the fridge, hoping they’d be ready tonight.
Just as I was about to put the wings in the oven, the doorbell rang. It was Dallas and Tyler, two of our outfield players. They arrived with their girlfriends, Brittany and Jessica.
“Hey, dude. What’s up?” Riley ushered them in. The guys all shook hands with each other.
“Smells good. Need any help?” Brittany leaned over the kitchen bar watching me cut open the package of chicken wings. Her full breast smashed against the granite, and I stared a little longer than I should have. Although I didn’t want to be accused of flirting with her, I took her up on her offer. “Sure.” I handed her the scissors. “What else you got?” Jessica rummaged through the bottles of liquor, making a face with each one she held up.
“That’s all we bought.” I shrugged, not caring if she didn’t like our selection of tequila and whiskey. “But you can ask Riley or Winston since it’s their place.”
“Hey, Riley, got any vodka?” Jessica yelled, as she started going through the cabinets underneath the bar.
I grabbed my beer and headed to the living room. Forbes was scrolling through his phone. “Check this out. I made a playlist on my old phone and connected it to this speaker.” He smiled as he positioned the device on the fireplace mantel. “Good idea, huh?”
“Yeah. Wish I had some of my old phones, but I sold them.”
“Too bad. Now I won’t drain my battery.” He smiled, like he’d won some money on a scratch-off lottery ticket.
“Great idea.” I patted him on the shoulder.
His phone chimed, and he smiled. “Yes!”
“Good news?”
“Yeah.” He shoved his phone in his back pocket. “Remember that girl I was telling you about?”
“The one Mateo and Ali hooked you up with?”
“Yes.” He nodded enthusiastically. “She’s headed here with some friends.”
“Awesome.
“You never know.” Riley grunted as he and Winston headed toward the kitchen. I stepped out of the way so they could park the keg on the vinyl floor. “Besides, we got the hookup.”
I looked at Winston. “Monica still works at the liquor store,” he said with a sly grin. “What can I say?”
“I guess it helps to have friends in low places.” I glanced up from my phone as I hit send. Monica was a trashy girl that had made her rounds with the team and who knows who else. She made her moves on me, but one look at her teeth, and that sent me running. I wasn’t sure if gingivitis and decay were contagious, but I didn’t want to find out.
“Low or high . . . does it matter? As long as you get what you want.” Riley held up his fist, and Winston bumped it.
“You got that right.” Winston nodded in agreement. “I call it being resourceful.” He turned his ball cap around and picked up the pump for the keg.
I never put it past these guys to get what they wanted, no matter the cost. Sometimes I was afraid to ask what they’d done or who they’d done.
“So, where’s the birthday boy now?” Riley asked, wiping his hands on his jeans.
My phone dinged, and I glanced at the screen. “Ali just messaged me.” I lifted my phone slightly and read them what she sent.
Ali: Just got to the restaurant. I’ll text you when we leave.
“Cool. We’re right on track.” Winston worked to insert the tap on the keg.
I quickly sent her a message back.
Me: Sounds good.
I shoved my phone in my back pocket. Picking up a large package of red Solo cups, I placed them on the counter along with a few bottles of soda. We spent the next hour getting everything set up before our friends arrived. Forbes was adamant that we have enough Jell-O shots, so we did the quick set method and placed them in the fridge, hoping they’d be ready tonight.
Just as I was about to put the wings in the oven, the doorbell rang. It was Dallas and Tyler, two of our outfield players. They arrived with their girlfriends, Brittany and Jessica.
“Hey, dude. What’s up?” Riley ushered them in. The guys all shook hands with each other.
“Smells good. Need any help?” Brittany leaned over the kitchen bar watching me cut open the package of chicken wings. Her full breast smashed against the granite, and I stared a little longer than I should have. Although I didn’t want to be accused of flirting with her, I took her up on her offer. “Sure.” I handed her the scissors. “What else you got?” Jessica rummaged through the bottles of liquor, making a face with each one she held up.
“That’s all we bought.” I shrugged, not caring if she didn’t like our selection of tequila and whiskey. “But you can ask Riley or Winston since it’s their place.”
“Hey, Riley, got any vodka?” Jessica yelled, as she started going through the cabinets underneath the bar.
I grabbed my beer and headed to the living room. Forbes was scrolling through his phone. “Check this out. I made a playlist on my old phone and connected it to this speaker.” He smiled as he positioned the device on the fireplace mantel. “Good idea, huh?”
“Yeah. Wish I had some of my old phones, but I sold them.”
“Too bad. Now I won’t drain my battery.” He smiled, like he’d won some money on a scratch-off lottery ticket.
“Great idea.” I patted him on the shoulder.
His phone chimed, and he smiled. “Yes!”
“Good news?”
“Yeah.” He shoved his phone in his back pocket. “Remember that girl I was telling you about?”
“The one Mateo and Ali hooked you up with?”
“Yes.” He nodded enthusiastically. “She’s headed here with some friends.”
“Awesome.
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