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,
let me know what you guys think
In the comments
you are why I do this.
 

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