Ryder
The party moved down to the basement like it usually does at this time of night.
The only difference is that the number of people is tripled, making the room hard to breathe in comfortably.
I sit on the sectional in front of the TV, watching rock music videos, trying to tune out the obnoxious crowd behind me.
Theo and Liam toss the ping pong ball back and forth across the folding table before they prepare it for our own spin on beer pong.
“You’re supposed to keep the ball on the table,” Theo taunts, agging Liam on.
“Yeah, and you’re supposed to catch it.”
They argue like siblings. Speaking of siblings, I haven’t seen either of mine down here.
Not that I’ve looked. I’ve kept my head down and hidden as much as possible down here to avoid attention.
I ditched Lexie after Kelsey ran back into the room.
I accomplished what I needed to, and hopefully she found a way home.
She was too drunk to drive, but I have a feeling she didn’t drive herself here anyway.
“Get your miserable ass up here and play.” I look up to see Liam standing behind me with his arms crossed over the back of the couch.
“Later.” I place my attention back on the screen.
They’re always giving me shit about not having enough “fun”.
Who the hell has time for that when worrying about keeping an organization running and keeping their members alive?
That shit’s stressful, so excuse me for wanting to spend my free time deep in pussy or sleeping.
Right now, I don’t even give two shits about pussy.
There’s a dance pole set up on the back side of the basement, but I haven’t had the urge to entertain the girls with my presence.
“You know they’re gonna want to play against the champion.”
Huffing a laugh, “Yeah, later.” I’ve been deemed the champion of our version of beer pong.
It’s easy to beat your opponent when they’re intoxicated and you’re sober.
He taps my shoulder before going back to the table.
I hear them filling the solo cups, letting me know they’re about to start the game.
The fights we hold down here are our most popular after-party game, but with this kind of crowd, who knows who would report it? We can’t have police on our trail, especially not with me having a man currently rotting in our holding cells at the bank.