Page 64 of Maverick

I looked up to see Knuckles standing on the other side of the bar. His arms were crossed and he had an angry scowl on his face.

“Fuck off, Knuckles.” I tried to walk around to the other side, but could barely walk. Gripping the bar top, I eventually made it over to him.

“Maverick. You can’t even walk. Give me the damn bottle and go lie down.”

He reached for the bottle, but I was too quick. I turned and leaned over the bar. “Fuck. You.”

Knuckles growled and flipped me around. The room started to spin as he pushed me toward one of the couches.

“Sit your ass down and drink some water. Here’s some crackers to soak up all the alcohol. This isn’t the Maverick I know. Cut the shit, man.”

I grabbed the bottle of water and crackers and tossed them across the room. “Fuck off.”

He growled and stalked over to the bar. I could hear him whispering, but couldn’t get the room to stop spinning. I laid my head down and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I could hear boots coming in the door. It slammed shut and I tried to figure out how many people were coming.

“What the fuck, man. You’re a shitshow.”

Striker’s voice got closer and I slowly opened my eyes. He was standing over me with Goose right behind him.

“I guess I had a little too much to drink. Just let me sleep it off.”

Goose bent down and slapped the back of my head. “Get a grip, brother. You can barely walk.”

I sat up and tried to swing at him, but missed. Striker bent down and I tried to punch him. He moved too quickly and I fell flat on my face.

“Fuck, Silas. Stop trying to fight me and Goose. We’re here to help you, brother.”

Another set of boots came through the door and I slowly looked up to see Moonshine walking through the Clubhouse. He leaned down and patted my back.

“Shit, Man. Let’s get you up and out of here. Broken hearts suck, Mav.”

“I’m fine. Put me in my old room or my office. Fuck, just let me stay here. Leave me alone.”

Moonshine got up and started to shake his head. “I don’t know if this is going to work, Striker. Just let him stay here and wallow in his misery.”

Goose punched me in the arm and rolled me over. “Get it the fuck together. Now, if you don’t get your ass up yourself, I will drag you all the way to the truck. Are we clear?”

I nodded and slowly got on my knees. I could feel the room spinning again so I put my head down and took a few deep breaths. When the room stopped, I carefully got to my feet.

Moonshine and the Prospect, Erik, put the arms underneath my arms and helped me walk to the door. I tried to shrug them off but fell in the process.

“I’m not even that drunk. I can fucking walk myself.”

Moonshine just shook his head, “Silas. Just shut your fucking mouth. You’re a wreck and will never make it to the truck yourself.”

They got me out the door and into Moonshine’s big black truck. Shoving me in, Erik slammed the door shut. I laid on the seat with my eyes closed and heard Moonshine get into the driver’s seat.

“Fuck, man. Why can’t you ever accept help?”

“Fuck you, Billy.”

The rest of the ten-minute drive was silent. I thought we were pulling up my driveway when I sat up and looked out. Striker’s house was sitting in front of the truck.

“What the fuck are we doing here, Moonshine?”

He just shrugged his shoulders, “President’s orders.”

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