Page 120 of Trading Paint

Are you still alive?

I laughed.Yes.

Good.

Good?

Yes.Just good.

Hmmm. Good.

Good luck?

Yes. Good luck is needed. My head still hurts.

Yeah well so do my legs.

How so? I kicked down the doors. Not you.

Dancing.

Mmmm. Forgot about the dancing.

I’m hurt.

I didn’t forget about the body shots.

Good?

Kyle nudged me when he walked past. “Practice time lover boy. Put that shit away.”

Gottago.

Bye.

It took me a few laps to get focused but I did. The car was setup the way I liked it so we didn’t make that many laps. I didn’t get a chance to talk to Sway again that night withall themeet and greets Simplex had me doing and then before I knew it Saturday was here and it was time for the race.

So far, I’d won two races in the Busch series this race and was well on the way to my third when another driver, Dave Lutz, got into the side of me and took us both out. Ordinarily I would have been upset with this but I had such a pounding headache and he didn’t mean to wreck me. Dave was a nice guy and would never intentionally wreck someone just to advance in position.

Marcus caught up with me after the race and suggested that my team and I head over to the Caesars Palace after the team meeting where Simplex was throwing an after party.

Having nothing else to do that night, we decided to make an appearance. Much to our surprise, they didn’t serve beer, only wine and champagne. That was not impressive to me or Aiden and Spencer. This was even worse news for Simplex because as it turns out, wine doesn’t agree with Aiden.

Three bottles later, yes three bottles of red wine later, we were all three annihilated. I was in no condition to be drinking another night but when you’re twenty-one and have a brother like Spencer, he convinces you that drinking is a good idea.

Aiden could barely speak let alone stand in one spot without swaying.

Spencer once against smelled blood and thought now was a good time to embarrass the poor country boy.

“I bet you can’t chug that entire bottle of wine.” he prodded Aiden.

Too late, before Spencer even got the words out Aiden had half the bottlegone.

If you’ve never chugged a bottle of wine, I don’t suggest it, it’s not enjoyable.

Poor Aiden.

By the end of the night, Aiden somehow lost his shirt, shoes and socks and walked back to the hotel half-naked.

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