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“Everest…” Ja, which s, drink their beer, and have a great night, daet one of these a week Don’t h his hair and served up a searing sigh

We all buried our faces in those wings or beer bottles, trying to hold back the laughs Don’t make eye contact Don’t make eye contact

My eyes connected with August Tears swah That broke the dam, and ere rewarded with a spray of beer frohter

The forks and knife jangled as Hunter pounded his hand on the table

Jaet for stressing ht out”

Hunter coughed into his napkin “If this is the best evening entertain, we need to find you a date I’ve never been able to pin down your type”

Jah his hair “It wasn’t an invitation to matchmake”

“Who said anything about rabbed an onion ring and slipped his finger inside, knowing all Jameson’s buttons

Ja it flying into Everest’s lap “Stop it”

“These are cash fro a full bottle of beer onto its side It spun, facing his legs He froze, staring straight ahead The pitter-patter of ice cold beer splattering all over the floor, his pants, and shoes, warmed my cold heart

Keeping his laughter-filled hted the bottle and handed Everest a stack of napkins, which he snatched and dabbed at his pants

Ja behind the booth I sat grinning fro another bite ofat Everest “They make cashmere sweatpants?”

Everyone lost it The whole place was looking at us now, trying to figure out who’d died as we all doubled over gasping for precious breath Even Everest cracked a smile

More wings and drinks arrived before the happy hour special ended A kid, (I’d need to check with Harold, the bar owner, to see if he was indeed an actual child), got onto the stage with a si around the cables and cords

“Have you heard this guy before?” Hunter asked over his shoulder, already turned towards the stage, wings forgotten