Brian
“You’re a hot motherfucker.”
Brian grimaced at Adam’s crudeness, but took it in stride. “You’re not bad yourself.” He wasn’t annoyed that Adam was drunk. He was jealous. But each time he got tempted to have a beer, Jake’s disapproving eyes pierced him and he passed it up again.
“Just have a beer or something.” Adam was going at him again. He didn’t want to seem lame, but he wasn’t going home drunk again either. He pushed the drink away from him and walked over to someone’s couch instead and flopped down. “My uncle’s a lawyer. Getting underage drinking past him is a b***h. And if you want to explore this,” he said loudly over the music and placed his hand over Adam’s package, “I can’t get any s**t from him, man.” He grinned a well-practiced smile that would hit the mark.
“I think
