Parker's POV
“Parker!" I looked up from where I was washing my hands in the sink. My uncle was leaning half in the doorway. He looked pissed. That was never a good thing.
Aw, come on, Wes. You said you wouldn't f**k up anything while I was gone! Liar!
“Yeah, Uncle S?" I sighed, the tap shutting off as I shuffled over to the hand dryer. “What's up?"
“Get yer f*****g friend!" He jerked a thumb back to the bar. I could hear Pamela Shanks and her p***y Posse going ham on some Pussycat Dolls on the karaoke machine. “He's passed out all over the bar and sobbing like a newborn! It's bad for customers! Get him home and let him dry out!"
“Oh, uh." Oh God, that sounded so embarrassing. Holy s**t. “Yeah, I can do that!"
“Good." But, Uncle Spence lingered by the door, fretting like he did when R
