Chapter 61: Getting Wasted.
~ Yates ~
"Okay, guys," I said, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. I turned toward the head of the table. "Red." I gave him a clumsy nod. "I’m heading out. Goodnight." I tried to do a sharp, military salute, but it turned into more of a wobbly wave as I stumbled away from the booth.
"Someone should probably check on him before he falls into a ditch," I heard Coach Red say behind me.
"I’ve got it, Coach," a familiar voice replied.
I didn't turn around. I was too focused on putting one foot in front of the other until I reached the cool air of the parking lot. I reached my car and fumbled in my pocket for my keys. When I finally pulled them out, they slipped through my clumsy fingers and hit the asphalt with a metallic jingle.
"I’ve got you, man."
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