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"Nope"

"Is it worse being here? Where it happened?"

Dalton peered into his shot glass like it held the answers "Nope I was halfway across the country, and I still kept seeing her face in that fucking coffin, while Dad pretended he didn’t give a shit she was gone"

"Yeah"

They drank Cal adhtness a little Usually it was only hiave soht?" Dalton asked

A voice rang out "Right here with you boneheads"

Cal swiveled his head around Tristan stood by the door, glaring at them as if they’d taken his own personal bar space He shook his head in pure disgust and sat down on the third stool "Out of all the bars in all the world, you have to be in mine"

"This is kinda weird," Dalton announced "Did you knoe’d be here?"

Tristan snorted "No, I thought I was being sht I wouldn’t see anyone I’m in a shit mood"

"Join the Jack club," Cal said

Hot Girl came over and wrinkled her nose in disdain "Don’t even tell ave a polite s"

The bartender scowled "I don’t have another bottle of Jack You’ll have to share" She slid a shot glass over and put out her hand "I need your keys"

"I don’t drive intoxicated," Tristan said

"And I don’t care Give rinned "You are really hot"

"And you’re not"

Cal and Tristan gave a hoot of laughter The keys dropped in her outstretched hand and she added thelass jar "Your brothers will tell you the rules" She turned and dis hair

Tristan leaned over "What rules?"

"No fighting or puking," Cal said "Or she’ll kick our asses"

Dalton stared at her "That would be one delicious ass kicking"