Walton, Utah
Roadrunners Bar
“OK, man,” Drake said to his brother. “Time to flip.”
Ice watched Dux retrieve a quarter from his jeans pocket, and he shook his head.
“You’re really going to flip for who gets to ask the cop out?” Ice said; he knew that he shouldn’t be surprised by the twins’ shenanigans, but he still found himself caught out once in a while by them. “That’s how you’re going to decide?”
“You got a better way?” Dux asked him brightly. “I mean, let’s face it: with all things being equal –”
“Almost all things,” Drake butted in. “I have a slight advantage in one area.”
“Bullshit,” Dux rejoined. “We’re identical, dear brother o’ mine, and that’s in all things, even that one. You know that I know that – and so do a number of very happy women.”
“Bah,” Ice huffed and took a gu
