Danger smirks, and we head up to where our night will begin.
It feels weird being here without Lunar, but this is a guys’ night, and she understands that sometimes we’ve just got to have a night for the boys. And that is why we love her so much. She gets us and doesn’t complain.
“What’s Lunar doing tonight?” I ask Danger.
Danger shrugs. “I think she said something about aThe Summer I Turned Prettymarathon while on Zoom with Skye.”
“Skye?” I ask.
“Her clubgirl friend from the Satan’s Savages MC in Australia. Apparently, she’s left the club now, too, and has gone to live on a farm with her brother or something, I don’t know. I can’t keep up. Plus, I kinda tuned out after she mentioned Conrad.”
“Aww… but Jeremiah’s so hot,” I tease.
“Okay, so, one… you know who Jeremiah is? That’s disturbing. And two… you feeling better?” Danger asks, and I shrug.
“Yeah, yeah. Not really. Can’t get her out of my head.”
“Maybe that tells you something?”
“Yeah, that I should never have gotten in so deep in the first place.”
Danger exhales. “Ryan, shit! Do you hear yourself?”
“What was that? Let’s get some drinks, shoot some pool, and forget about women. Yeah, I’m down for that,” I mock, and Danger nods as we reach the top of the stairs.
We head into the VIP area, and it’s not very busy for a Friday night. But I guess we are what you would consider early, so I think the in-crowd is yet to arrive.
“Doubles?” Nate asks, gesturing with his head toward the empty pool table. I nod, and he and Matt walk over to the table to set up.
“You sure you’re up for this, Ryan?” Danger asks, and I purse my lips.
“Danger, I need to relax. Can you help me with that or not?”
“Sure, but with your surgery and the recent visit to the hospital, I don’t think you should drink alcohol.”
I’ve already thought of this, and I agree. “Yeah, I’ll just stick to soda water tonight.”
Danger smiles genuinely, like he’s relieved I wasn’t going to be reckless again. “Good man. I’ll order. You head over to the pool table.”
Nodding, I walk over to Nate and Matt, who are already arguing over something, but then again, they wouldn’t be Nate and Matt if they weren’t arguing about some shit.
“No, really, I’m the better breaker,” Matt says.
“Yeah, you love breaking balls,” Nate replies, making me chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah, you just love balls. Period!” Matt counters.
“At least I have some,” Nate quips.
“Yeah, at least I have some, and they’re not blue like yours.”
“Umm… one word… Ava!”
Matt scoffs. “Ava, really? Was she your last lay? Dude, that was months ago. So yes, that proves my theory that you do indeed have blue balls. I win that round. Therefore, I break.”
Nate’s mouth drops open, and he blinks a few times as I shake my head.
“Ryan, dude, that doesn’t count, right?” Nate asks.
