Tucker“TUCKER!!!” The guys from work yelled when I walked into the sports bar.
“What’s up guys?”
“You ready for this game?”
“Actually fellas, I can’t stay long. Just long enough to grab a beer, then I gotta run. Got somebody waiting on me,” I smiled at Isaak.
“That’s my boy! Get over here and get your beer.”
“Bro, you’re leaving?” Ansel, another guy from work asked.
“Yea man, something came up last minute.”
“You mean some ‘thing’!” Aaron pointed at his junk.
“Dude, you’re such an ass,” I laughed.
“But I’m right, though. You aren’t denying it.”
“Whatever! Isaak, beer me!”
After two drinks, I excused myself, said goodbye and headed back home.
“Babe, I’m back. Sorry that took longer than I expected. The guys just kept talking my head off.”
No response.
“Darlin’, where are you?”
