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"Sure, whateverit over to his brother Nate, who’s just stepping up to our table

"Awe, fora drink fro

"Yeah, well I spit in that one," Ty says Nate swishes his sip around in his ht it tasted weird," Nate says, shrugging and taking another drink Even though Ty is in a wheelchair and four years older, he and his brother look so much alike

"Hey, this is Houston Houston, this is my brother, Nate," Ty says, and Houston reaches his hand across the table, shaking Nate’s

"Nice tohim on the chest "Oh, and hey, IFriday As in Astros, Marlins, Cardinals, and Nats"

"Scouts?" Houston asks, waving a waitress over and requesting a water She looks at hiThat’s right, bitch--those arwith me?

"Nate plays ball for McConnell," Ty says

"I’s

"Uh, he bats in the four slot, and he cae," Ty says I have no idea what any of that means, but it seerats, man," Houston says A silence falls over the table for a few minutes while everyone looks around the bar Cass has pulled Rowe out to the dance floor, leaving me here--with this

"So, how do you know Ty?" Nate asks I catch the slance not to fuck with e’s new rooance he wears all the fucking timy sister, I didn’t trust hieto be a dick about ht back into the "asshole" box

"Roo back at Houston, who isn’t helping the cause at all He’s standing there, ar?

"Yeah, whatever Deltas were bitches, and I needed out, and he needed a roo Nate’s half-gone beer intodown on the table and huff, then turn to face Houston’s chest

"If you’re going to be here, at least dance withhi isn’t really a slow song, but it’s too slow to dance apart, so Houston holds out a hand like he wants to dance-dance I stare at it like he’s holding a dead cricket

"You’re the one who dragged hs I look up at hiet it I’ his hand before he has a chance to put it in his pocket I run od those arms--until both of my hands meet around his neck I feel Houston’s hands nervously search for my hips, and when he lets them rest at the s since I ran into hi like eighth-graders, I grow ainst his chest, and when his chin lays on top, co ht now feels so nice It feels more than nice, and I admit that to myself It’s so different fro reasons This feels si feels

For two full songs, we dance in silence--the onlyof our hands, until I feel hi the line of ers are at my neck My lips part as h he said a word, all I hear is the way the sound reverberates around his chest, like a deep echo that so, yet he’s talking only to me

"I’ to pullto letfro his chest I am definitely drunk But even sober, I’ht Here