Chapter72

#Chapter72

Jett

The beginning of the next week was rough at work so, I text Darren Wednesday and asked if he was down for drinks and a couple of games of pool after work. After a series of /"hell yeses/" and him asking me if I would be his wing man if he was mine? We agreed to meet at home so we could both change before heading to the bar down the street from our place, Mc’Friggins.

/"You never gave me any details about your date?/" He said after taking a swig of beer. I was racking the balls but paused to glare at him. /"Don’t give me that look./"

/"No details to tell,/" I told him, standing up and walking to the wall that held the sticks. I grabbed one and tried to avoid his probing by checking to see how straight it was in every way I could think.