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After leaving Sally and Ashley, I wove my way through the crowd. I saw the table on the left, the barrels of alcohol sitting atop.
Reaching the spot, I asked Griffin. “Still got some booze?”
He tapped the lid of the barrel. “We got more than enough boy,” he said, his voice rough, neatly grating my ears.
“Two pints of beer, then,” I said.
Reaching for the cup, Griffin glanced at me. “You’re still eyeing that chick?”
“What chick?” I responded, too quickly, knowing exactly who he was referring to.
It seemed like everyone around was aware I was into Ashley, except Ashley herself.
“Come on, boy.” The man chuckled—a short raspy sound. “You’ve been eyeing her for the past two months. Since we began training.”
Feigning ignorance, I cleared my throat. “I don’t know what you’re ta
