(Chase)
I was staring at the bottom of my glass when I heard footsteps behind me.
"Chase?"
I didn't need to turn around. I knew that voice.
Brad.
"What do you want?" I muttered, not looking up.
He slid onto the stool next to me. "Dude, are you drunk?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. So what?"
"It's Tuesday night, man. We have practice tomorrow."
"I'll be fine." I finished what was left in my glass and signaled for another. The bartender hesitated but poured it anyway.
Brad was quiet for a minute. Then he leaned closer. "This is about Kendall, isn't it?"
"No." The word came out too fast. Too defensive.
"Right." Brad didn't buy it. "Come on, Chase. I saw you at the gala. You looked like someone punched you in the gut when she walked in with Jaxon."
I took a sip of the fresh drink. "I don't
