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quit his job.”

“I want him to get drunk and break it off with Miranda,” Jackson said.

I shook my head.

I could have taken a swing at either Cole or Jackson.

But let’s face it…

It was Friday.

It had been a long week.

And I wanted to get drunk.

“And then he did this crazy flip move over the railing,” Cole said. “It was unbelievable. Campus security stopped dead in their tracks. Then he jumps off the skateboard, turns and salutes them. Like a madman. A complete and total madman.”

I smiled. “That was a long time ago.”

“But it was awesome,” Cole said.

“One more round,” Jackson said.

“No way,” I said. “I’m already feeling it.”

“Good,” Jackson said. “Keep feeling it. We’ll get you home safe to Miranda.”

“I’ll just hit the couch if I’m drunk,” I said. “She doesn’t like when I’m drunk.”

“You know,” Lincoln said, “throwing all these old stories down on the bar… it’s been a wild ride for us. I hate to feel old here…”

“Then don’t,” Jackson said.

“Maybe we are,” I said.

“Okay, that’s it,” Jackson said. “Just give me a second here.”

He ordered four more shots of whiskey and we all downed them in a second.

We flipped the glasses over and Jackson pointed to the front of the bar.

“Come for a walk,” he said.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cole asked.

“You’ll see.”

Jackson approached a large high-top table with four guys and four women.

“Your girl wants to fuck my friend here,” Jackson said.

He pointed to me.

Ah… shit…

“Are you serious right now?” Lincoln asked.

“What did you say?” the guy asked as he stood up.

“It’s true,” he said. “Right, babe?”

I blew a kiss to the guy’s girl.

“Actually, all these women are begging for it,” Cole said. “I guess you guys don’t have the right size dick.”

“Shit,” Lincoln said.

“You’re fucking dead,” the first guy said.

He lunged for me.

I wasn’t sure who landed the first punch because the second we tangled up, the table was flipped over and it was a four on four bar brawl.

Over nothing.

Just to prove that we could be crazy and pretend we were still young.

It was a short-lived fight though.

The bartender and security were there in seconds, breaking the thing up.

We were ushered out of the bar and I stumbled down the sidewalk, rubbing the left side of my face.

“Man, he got you good,” Jackson said.

“You’re an asshole for that,” I said.

“You’re smiling.”

I looked at Cole and Lincoln.

Their shirts were roughed up but that was it.

“I was just getting into it,” Cole said.

“Let’s go back in,” Lincoln said.

“Yeah,” Jackson said.

“No,” I said. “We’re good.”

“You sure?” Cole asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “You guys are crazy. I love you.”

“There he is,” Jackson said. He put his arm around me again. “Drunk Liam. Fighting and saying he loves us. There’s my best friend again.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said.

“I’m calling it a night,” Cole said. “I have an early morning tomorrow. I’m still working on getting the rest of my team together. I need an assistant.”

“Don’t pick someone good looking,” I said. “You can’t help yourself.”

“That’s not funny,” Cole said.

“Yes, it is,” Jackson said. “I could definitely see you banging your secretary.”

We all laughed, then got rides home.

I rubbed the left side of my face the entire ride home.

That prick got a good punch in on me.

That really pissed me off.

I didn’t bother finding my key.

I just knocked on the door.

I was going to catch hell for it, but I was already drunk.

Miranda was going to be pissed no matter what I did.

Which meant…

The door opened and I shut my eyes.

I reached out and walked into the apartment.

“I’m drunk, and I’m horny,” I said. “Let’s fuck, babe.”

“Liam, stop.”

My eyes opened.

It wasn’t Miranda.

It was Emily.

“Are you drunk?” Emily asked.

“Em,” I said. “What the…”

I looked to my left and saw Miranda standing in the kitchen.

“Wow,” she said. “You’re really feeling it, huh?”

“Shit. Sorry about that. I didn’t know you had company.”

“I was getting ready to leave,” Emily said.

“We had a glass of wine,” Miranda said. “Just one. We don’t need to get plastered like you and your friends do.” Miranda hurried toward me. “What happened to your face?”

“Got into a fight,” I said.

“What?”

“Jackson picked a bar fight.”

“Of course he did,” Miranda said. “I hate that guy.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m fine. We’re all fine. Right?”

I looked at Emily and smiled.

She inched her way away from Miranda and I.

“I can’t believe you, Liam,” Miranda said.

“Who cares? You used to love when I would get into bar fights, remember?”

“Here we go with this again,” she said. Her phone started to ring. “I have to take