Chapter 5Blaze
“Oh, we’re going to need another round,” Blaze said to the blonde girl buzzing by their table to check on her only customers.
“Coming right up!” The girl beamed at Blaze, cast a slightly worried glance at Arik, who was still seasick pale, and then she skipped away.
“Thanks,” Arik said, sipping his beer and moving his fries around in their basket as though he wanted to build a fort out of them, not eat them.
After “the incident,” as Arik was calling it, at Mini Golf Insanity Land, Blaze had driven them to the closest place that sold alcohol, which turned out to be a sports bar that had tiny TVs at every table and waitresses in green-checkered plaid shirts and solid black mini shorts. The hardest thing they served was a malt beer, and Blaze had ordered two of them and a co
