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But Jake’s look was entirely friendly—he seemed plain glad for company. “If I was to try well-digging, I doubt I’d survive an hour,” he said. “You boys ought to stand up to Call and make him dig his own well.” At that point Xavier brought out a bottle and a glass. Jake took the bottle himself and poured liberally. “This is better likker than they got in Arkansas,” he said. “Arkansas,” Xavier said contemptuously, as if the word spoke for itself. At that point Dish felt himself lose belief in what was happening. There was no place he would rather not be than at a

Apart from when bitch she-wolves like the one glaring at me right now, didn’t like the idea of the future Beta rolling around in the sack with a dirty rogue. “Hey Kae,” he said, and I smiled back. “The usual Jensen?” I asked, and he nodded. “And for me darling,” Jensen’s friend and the future Gamma Zack grinned at me. I smiled and pulled out a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge and ran them up on the register. Zack glanced over at the bitch, who was pretty much foaming at the mouth, and sighed. “Better get the drama queen one too,” he said with a wink. “Just make sure you give the glass a good lick first,” and I heard a growl come from her direction.

“To that guy with the boring name. Jake. Still whispering sweet nothings about mutual funds in your ear before he falls asleep after two minutes of missionary?” My face flamed. It was a low blow. An accurate, horrifyingly low blow. “Go to hell, Zack.” He just chuckled, a low, raspy sound that vibrated right through my core. He took my plastic cup from my hand, his fingers brushing mine, and drained the flat beer in one go. “You’re drinking piss. Come on. One real drink. For old times’ sake. To celebrate you not turning into a complete suburban zombie.” Old times’ sake.

I try very hard not to think about the fact that I know he used to drink. "You don't drink?" I ask lightly. "Nope. Haven't in years. It can be hard on the body, and I want my career to be as long as possible. And yes, I've caused all these issues for my public image even without the use of booze." "Noted." Huh. Jax Kingston is still surprising me. "Okay, then. One non-alcoholic beer coming right up." At the bar, I order for Jax and then pick the most sugary-sounding cocktail I can find on the plastic menu. It's called a Cape Cod Colada. It comes with a maraschino cherry on top and a tiny pink umbrella.

The crowd loses it. “Yes!” Liam scoops me up off the ground like we’ve just won the Stanley Cup. “I knew it! That’s my girl!” Meanwhile, Cam chokes down the liquid like it’s battery acid. His face contorts. “This is evil,” he manages to croak, slamming the empty glass on the table. “Hey,” Jack says through laughter, “you’re the one who brewed it!” “Not this batch!” Cam argues, wiping his mouth. “This one tastes like… like betrayal and floor cleaner.”

"You really took your time Drake .Anyway I don't think I will be here when she wakes up. After having some barbeque, I am going back to home. My dad has to use the jet later and I don't wanna fail him..." "It's okay bro..." I grabbed a beer from the small fridge and slumped at the sofa beside Wayne. "I am glad you came bro, it shows you care..." I added. "It's okay bro...." I grabbed a beer from the small fridge and slumped at the sofa beside Wayne. "We are bros dude. I would do anything for you." "I appreciate it..." ****

Jack spits out some beer; sheer anger narrows his eyes. “His name is Jason, and he lives in a small town next to Austin with his mother and grandma,” I continue, and Rick’s eyes are wide as a saucer. “We went for a run together, and he is great. His mother told me about a pack called Crystal Ice Pack, and Mom and Dad,” I look at them for support, “agree with me that they might have survived the slaughter all those years ago,” I finish the first part of my prepared speech, stopping for a moment to let it sink in for them.

Then I added vodka and mint syrup. The emcee called me up. "Contestant No. 13, explain your creation." I took the mic. "I first called this 'Forgive', but now it's 'Moon Breeze'. It's a breakup drink for people who got hurt. It's about forgiving yourself and not punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes." I smiled, letting go. I won a participation award but wasn't discouraged. My mixing clip went viral online, dubbed "The Most Beautiful Bartender". I didn't love the focus on my looks. Beauty without skills often got labeled trophies.

The drunkard gulps, looks at me once more before releasing me and running away. " Good job, kid." I praise him. He tucks back his weapon. " I might not like violence but you forget I am a member of your club. I won't sit by and watch some dickhead harass a lady." Justin replies, taking a sip of his drink. " That's nice. Now, are you ready to put those skills to good use?" I ask, smiling. " I think you should handle that yourself. I just want to live. I have no interest in this shit." Justin replies.

*crackle* *crackle* "Abe? Abe? Abe!" Jake roughly shook Abe to grab his attention. "Yeah…yeah. Sorry about that" Abe smiled embarrassingly when he finally came to. "You were reliving it, weren't you" Jake said, the confidence in his tone showing that he didn't require an answer. He already knew the answer. Abe nodded at his words. He looked to John and the two newbies. "Lucky bastards" he mumbled softly under his breath.