The annual card night at Broderick’s house was the usual thing with strippers dancing, a bartender sending endless shots to our table and Jordan losing money left and right.
“I fold, f**k!” Jordan shouted and threw his cards down.
Laughing at the expression on Jordan’s face, I took a shot from the waitress and placed another bet.
“So, Xavier, how’s it going with buying the fitness studio?” Broderick asked, shuffling the cards.
“I signed the papers last week; just waiting on few things. Old man George is excited to finally retire and leave the building to me.”
“Nice, I have a few clients looking to join; let me know when they can come in for a consultation. Did I mention they’re both hot with a large ass and t**s?” Broderick joked, smacking a girl on the butt as she walked by.
“I’m go
