Since I’m onlyat this club on the weekends, I keep my condo empty Monday through Thursday and then Friday night… I do something special to make up for all my hard work throughout the week. Like I said, every man has his vices. I like to do something for myself so fucking sweet that it makes coming all the way out here to run this underground gambling ring worth my time.
Ethan doesn’t question it. I was right. He’s more worried about drinking, and most likely whatever he bet on tonight.
“Fine,” he says. “I’ve got this football game to worry about.”
Yeah. The Bills are down by fourteen now which means that “sure thing” parlay from his earlier text messages is definitely out of the question. Fourth down. Fourth quarter. Two minutes left. It’s not looking good for Buffalo.
“Hey. You can stay if you lock up after Seneca and Moses.”
“Those two over there who clearly wanna fuck?” Ethan grunts, emptying more of the whiskey down his throat. Yeah, he’s staying. Perfect.
“Those two.”
“I’ll stay. Go enjoy your business. Wear a condom.”
I laughand pat him on the back. Ahang in therepat that hopefully means we don’t have to talk about anything warm and fuzzy.
“See ya around, Bear.”