HE WAS FAST. REALLY fast. My elbow shot back like a lightning bolt, but met nothing. The bottle in my right hand should have exploded against his head as my arm extended and I spun round. Instead, he sat on the floor laughing hysterically as I stopped my spin and corrected my balance.
“West! Bwahaha! You kill me!”
I took a breath. And kicked him in the shin.
“Ow! Hey, I’ve seen you do that move a dozen times. It’s so predictable, it’s becoming a joke. But there was never any kicking involved.”
At least he’d changed into less colourful clothing. Camo pants and his favourite Suicidal Tendencies shirt. No hat. As he got to his feet I handed him the other beer from happy hour.
“Good to see you in a better mood,” I threw over my shoulder as I moved towards the stairs on the other side of t
