Chapter 15
“Hit me again, Rob!” Jack waved his glass in the air. He giggled as he teetered backwards from his seat on the balcony railing. “Just like in Casablanca.”
Rob clutched the vodka bottle closer to his chest and looked over at Aaron quizzically. Aaron furrowed his brow in annoyance. “You mean ‘play it again.’ That’s the quote.”
“That’s a misdirected quote. I mean, a wrong quote.” Jack glared at Aaron, one finger pointed at him in accusation. “It’s bad. It’s a bad quote. No one f*****g says ‘play it again,’ in the movie.”
Aaron rolled his eyes. “No one says ‘hit me again,’ either.”
“Maybe not that you heard,” Jack slurred, “but they should have. It was a f*****g bar, wasn’t it? Someone had to say it. I bet they did say it. You don’t know shit.”
“That’s the f*****g truth,” Aaro
