2. Chapter 2
Carter
“ A re you seriously doubting me?” Benny puffed his chest out, lifting his arm and flexing his bicep as I rejoined the group. “It’s me!” Suddenly the fresh beer in my hand wasn’t strong enough. I thought about the tequila shots the girls at the counter were taking.
“Absolutely! You have no game.” Anthony nodded at me like he knew I’d agree, even while Benny looked offended next to him. He was the kind of guy that was obsessed with Twinkies, fried chicken, hot blonde women, and his own reputation, and he was always the last to doubt himself.
“I have plenty of game! I’m the epitome of game.” He lifted his other arm, flexing both and pretending to kiss his biceps.
I raised my brows. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, letting my curiosity get the better of me, much against my better judgment. Did I really want to get involved in their less-than-sober pissing match?
Anthony pointed at Benny with his thumb, laughing loudly. “This fool thinks he can mack on any woman he wants.”
“Yeah, right.” I had been living with Benny long enough to know that wasn’t true.
“Not you too! I can.” He dropped his pose and scanned the bar intently, determined to prove his point. “I can bag any bird in this joint.”
When I looked at Anthony, he smirked, joining Benny with his own search for the perfect challenge.
His eyes landed on the girl who had obviously just taken her first tequila shot but pretended it wasn’t.
She looked like the type of girl that was more likely caught in a library than at the bar.
Judging by her obvious discomfort, she was only here tonight because her friends dragged her along.
Anthony’s brow twitched before an almost sinister smile crossed his lips. “Okay fine. How about her?” The girl looked up from her friends with a look on her face that begged to go home. There was no way she was going to agree to anything.
“Psh. Done deal.” Benny fixed the collar on his t-shirt before he started to walk away. “This will be easy.”
I shook my head. “Yeah, good luck.”
Benny walked away, rocking a little with each step. Before he reached the girls, he ran his hand through his hair. “That’s not gonna happen. She looks like she’s never been to a bar, let alone been picked up at one,” Anthony said, laughing and taking a long drink of his beer.
“She won’t go with him.” Why was I so confident?
Anthony’s face lit up when Benny tapped the girl on the shoulder. “We’re about to find out. Let the show begin.”