laugh." He chuckled a little at his awful joke,
which is funny because Mark is actually gay.
"Seriously though, she was super pretty
dude," "did you see any cute guys there?" "I
didn't think they were cute, but there were
some there that were kinda handsome."
"Nice, moving on, and you didn't shoot her
right?" "No, I didn't shoot her. I saw her and
I couldn't bring myself to do it, which is
strange since any normal person would
have shot her and then called the cops. But I
locked the closet door and called the cops."
"Damn dude, that's fucked up." He shook his
head looking at his lap with a dumbstruck
look on his face taking it all in. "I'm sorry to
lay it all out on you like this du-" "No," he
interjected, "I can't believe you went
through all of that, and don't think I didn't
notice your eyes when I opened the door,
I'm just, so, I don't even know what to say
man." "It's okay Mark, I'm okay, I think, let's
just play some Madden and drink, normal
Friday night?" "Normal Friday night." I got
up and motioned for him to do the same. "I
could use a hug though." He got up and we
hugged for a minute, "Is that a boner?" "Shut
up asshole," he sniffled and patted my back,
then we let go. "I think tonight deserves 'the
private reserve'," he said in his best snobby
impression, I chuckled. "Stop reading my
mind dude." He grabbed some Pendleton
from the freezer, two glasses, and some of
those stone cubes that you stick in the
freezer. "I wanted to try these out, but I got
the OG's in the fridge." "Atta boy" He put the
cubes in both glasses and poured the
whiskey. "Throw on the madden dude, I will
whip your ass," "oh yeah?" I chirped back.
"Hell yeah dude, I'm always playing
Madden," he said, as he sat the glasses on
the table. I handed him a controller and we
picked teams, me the Texans, him, the Rams.
I took a drink and nearly spit it out. "What
the fuck?" I said looking at the glass, it was
already warm. "What?" He took a drink and
yelled, "What the fuck? These stones are
horseshit!" He pounded the rest, as did I. He
got up and I handed him my glass. He took
the stones out of the glasses and out of the
freezer and threw them in the trash,
"Damnit, they looked cool too," he said in a
dejected way, he grabbed the ice, (the OG's)
and poured each of us another glass. Mark
beat me, apparently he was playing most of
the day. "Damn dude, when was the last
time you played?" Mark teased leaning back
into the couch with a triumphant smirk on
his face, "Shut up dude, I played Wednesday
and Thursday, those are really my only free
days, I'm too tired to play after work most of
the time." I said, sighing in defeat, "Well you
definitely gave me a run for my money, you
almost had me in the third quarter, but you
threw a little high and my corner
intercepted it and ran for 25 yards," "I know,
that was a great interception though." I said,
still amazed at the catch, "Wanna go again?"
Mark asked, scratching the stubble on his
cheek, "Damn right I do, just as soon as you
grab some more ice." "Won't be but a
minute," he said, pushing off of the couch to
stand up.
Thank you guys for reading part two, sorry for the wait,
part three will be out soon,
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