“Here good?” Clark said, as Daniel approached.
Daniel eyed Clark and said, “Well, if you’re as good at watching my back as you are at dodging coeds, sure.” He settled into his chair and opened his cream soda before taking a sip.
“Oh, it’s a fair bet that you’re safe with me,” Clark said absently, lifting his shirt perhaps a little higher than necessary to provide a barrier between his hand and the metal cap of the root beer. He missed his towels, and he could hear Heather laughing at him.
Clark pulled at his drink and set the bottle down before picking up a slice of pizza. He took a careful bite and moaned with gusto. Daniel was right: the stuff was damned good. He looked up to see Daniel enjoying the food, and Clark took another swig of root beer after a few bites settled into the gapi
