Page 24 of Happy Hour

I didn’t know Darrin had anything to do with the fuel additive in his car but I wouldn’t put it past him.

Darrin stepped closer and grabbed Jameson by the collar of his shirt causing Jameson’s beer to spill. “Listen you little shit,” Spencer appeared threateningly beside Jameson. “Stay out of my way on the track or youwillregret it.” Darrin warned.

Jameson came on like a charging bull shoving Darrin backwards. Before Spencer could react, Jameson delivered a hard left hook to Darrin’s jaw, jerked him forward by the shirt and had a broken beer bottle pressing to his neck.

Spencer, who stood close to me in a protective stance, shook his muttering something along the lines of “South paw” but I couldn’t make out much else.

I’d seen enough of Jameson’s frequent pit brawls over the years to know his left handed pop could get you unexpected like most south paws could. Spencer used to say Jameson had this advantage over most, even him, because lefties came out you backwards. I’d say by the blood pouring for Darrin’s lip he could attest to this theory.

“Don’t youeverthreaten me again!” Jameson growled in his ear making no attempt to back away. His voice was sharp enough to cut glass sending warning chills down my spine.

Before Darrin could counter to the anger pulsating from Jameson, Spencer and Kyle were breaking things up and the owner was escorting Darrin from the bar.

Jameson was yelling at Aiden and Spencer as they pinned him forcefully against the wall struggling to control him.

I tried to get over to him, I knew I could calm him down but Emma and Alley were tugging me towards the bathrooms in the other direction.

“I don’t have to pee, let me go.” I groaned as they pushed me through the door.

As if the night couldn’t get any worse, I ran into the person I thought I would never have to see again.

Chelsea Adams.

“Well,” Chelsea said looking directly at me. “It’s been a long time, Sway.”

“I wish I could say it’s nice to see you but it’snot.” I replied glaring at the perfect bitch.

She rolled her stupid pretty blue eyes. “Is that Jameson you’re salivating over out there? He’s looking good these days.”

I pounced on her like a jungle cat, slamming us both to the ground in the middle of the bathroom. I’m not really sure what got into me but I was livid. I hated her in high school and now she thought she could walk into his life again and just pick up where they left off...not if I had anything to say about it. Drawing my fist back, I punched her square in the mouth.

Moments passed, I stayed perched on top of her throwing punches, pulling hair, scratching.

“Get off me you whore!” Chelsea screamed from underneath.

“Who you calling a whore?” Emma lunged for Chelsea as well.

Word got out quickly to the rest of the bar about the gladiator style fight going down in the women’s bathroom. Doors were broken, mirrors were smashed, hair was ripped out, blood, and tears were shed.

It looked like they filmed part of the movieFight Clubin there.

Alley, Emma, and I were unscathed though.

“What the fuck happened in here?” Spencer asked stepping over the broken door. His eyes focused on Chelsea wiping her mouth. “Holy hell...”

Jameson and Aiden stood in the doorway, their questioning eyes scanning.

“Hey boys,” I said as casually as possible. “Just freshening up,”

Jameson was looking at me with an amused expression patiently waiting for an explanation. Tommy stepped inside the bathroom and burst into laughter tossing me a glorified smile.

I grabbed Jameson by the arm and fluffed my hair with the other hand. “Let’s get drunk now.”

Chelsea, while I never saw her again that night but I also think intoxication might have been a key factor in that.

A Hurricane Bucket, a Purple Rain, a Lucille’s Sweet Tea, and one Loose Goose—I was done for.

I couldn’t even form a coherent word even when I tried.

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