Peyton pulled the Buick into the driveway and entered the
house with the pizzas. Arron was standing by the cheese log. He had eaten most
of it.
Papa Johns! Again? he said through a mouthful of crackers.
Hey, I know a guy. They laughed and Peyton set the pizzas on
the counter. Where is everyone? It’s almost game time.
Arron swallowed. Well, shit, where do you want me to start?
Your brother locked himself in the bathroom. He won’t quit crying. Ben hit on
Giselle pretty hard, and of course Tom got all huffy and they both left. Tony called, he’s running late, I guess Jerry was extra horny today. Luck is pushing RG around
in his wheelchair, Alex Smith is slamming beers on the couch, and Cam,
well, everyone knows he never shows up until it’s too late.
Where’s Micheal? Peyton asked.
Vick? He’s outside, playing with the dogs.
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