“Good game, man. I mean not for me but good game.” He reached across to shake hands. The Driver looked around for Brick who was in a deep conversation with the new mom on the couch, getting more info than he would ever need about the finer points of breast milk. Scotty was left hanging. A final insult.
“Who’s got next?” He took it in his stride. Screw this guy. He hoped never to see him again, dreaded the fact that he might. Brick looked up and the big man was standing right behind the new mom. Good thing she wasn’t looking as it might have rendered her dry.
“You ready to bail, my foosball prodigy?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. Let’s make like hay and bail.” Brick blew a kiss at the suckling baby and made for the door, completing a few intricately choreographed secret handshakes with his constituent
