Page 11 of Jaxon

"Shit, guess I'm not the only one who had too much sun today," Griffin said. "Or was it too much fun? You had the day off, didn't you?"

"Yes, he did, and he had quite the adventure." Stella looked over again with that smug smile that was starting to get on my nerves. "You should tell Fin all about it."

"Don't you have some place to be?" I asked.

She sat up straighter. "Wait, I do. I promised Jules I'd help her make brownies. She's got some party tonight."

"Uh, you should make two batches," Griffin said. "We are in a fucking food desert right now."

Stella got up and dumped the rest of her beer in the sink.

"Nice, real nice," I said.

"It got flat. And no brownies because you guys are being supreme assholes today." Her long, dark hair fluttered behind her as she hurried out the door.

Griffin got up and walked over to the cupboard. He opened it and pulled out a box of Frosted Flakes.

"We're out of milk," I noted.

Griffin shrugged, opened the box, leaned his head back and let the cereal fall into his mouth.

"You were trying to tell me something about Bear? But fucking swallow first so you don't spray cereal everywhere."

He chewed and washed the cereal down with beer. "Bear got a second job working as a bouncer for this club over in Oceanview. It's one of those swanky places filled corner to corner with rich fuckfaces."

"And how is this supposed to interest me?"

Griffin tilted his head. "You really are grumpy today. Thought you'd be in a better mood after your day off."

"Yeah, well, it was kind of a roller coaster day, and you bringing up rich fuckfaces reminded me of the worst parts of it."

"Really? What happened?"

I shook my head. "Not in the mood to rehash it right now, but finish your thought. It's like talking to Cru."

"Right, well, now don't laugh or say no right away—Bear said he could get us in tonight because the owner is out of town for two days. It's really hard to get into that place unless you're wearing a ten-thousand dollar Rolex and your name is Biff and you're rambling on about stock portfolios."

"Yeah, that sums up the crowd in a nutshell, only I know at least one Biff who isn't going to be wearing his ten-thousand dollar Rolex."

Griffin looked at me, confused. "What?"

"Part of my roller coaster day. You don't actually want to go to that snooty club, do you?"

The chair creaked as Griffin relaxed back. Like his dad, he was blessed with those Hollywood bad boy, leading man good looks that made him extremely popular with women. It also gave him good camouflage when he walked into a place like a club in Oceanview. Dressed up right, he could hold his own in any crowd, wealthy or not. I, on the other hand, looked far more like the guy from the wrong side of the tracks, no matter how much time I took to get spit-shined.

"Sure, why the hell not? Good booze, some dancing, what have you got to lose?" Griffin gulped back some beer.

"Uh, my dignity for a start. Besides, I've been ordered to get to work early tomorrow."

"Big fucking deal. We'll probably only be able to afford one beer anyhow. I hear it's a big hangout for those rich assholes and frankly, I wouldn't mind a little taste of some honey-money-pot women."

"Honey-money-pot?" I asked wryly.

"Hey, I was in the sun all day. What do you say? Probably our only chance to see what it's like inside."

"Yeah, all right, let's do it. But after my day, I can't be responsible for any possible shit that might happen when one of those Biffs looks at me the wrong way."

"Hmm, well that adds another layer to the adventure, but hell, just adds to the fun. Well, I'm starved. Think I'll head over to the burger stand after I shower. Where are the rug rats?"

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