“What?”
“Hanging out with you again. Shootin’ the shit. Hearing you laugh. Hell, I even miss losing to you.”
That gets another laugh out of me. “Well, what do you say? I saw some pool tables inside. Care to make a wager?”
He smiles and I don’t miss the almost evil glint in his eyes, “You’re not wearing enough clothing for what I have in mind.”
“Ha! I know we haven’t seen each other in years, but did you forget that I’m way better than you at pool?”
“Maybe I’ve been practicing in the off season. You don’t know.”
“Alright, it’s been a while since I played. I’ll let you break.” He was right. This does feel good. It feels just like old times. Well, not just like old times. Before I wanted him to lose, so I could gloat. Now I want him to lose, because I want to see if those tats cover more than just his arm.