Drake saddled up to the counter at Shooters and waited for Emma Jane to finish with a customer. Though the bar wasn't incredibly busy for a Friday night, locals had the bartender on her toes.
Avery had talked him into coming out with them again tonight. Cade's wife was good at that, making him join society. Truth be told, it hadn't been much of a hardship lately. Though he wasn't a people-person, he was getting sick of his own company and staring at his house walls.
Rock blared from a jukebox. Low lighting added to the dive ambiance to intermix with stale perfume, alcohol, and desperation in the air. Pool balls clacked and cheers erupted over a game of darts. Not his favorite scene, but he supposed it beat sitting at home. Besides, hanging out with his brothers and friends usually proved
