Felix shoots his brother a droll look. "Isn't it obvious?"
Riley stops in his tracks in the middle of the pub. "You got laid!"
I backhand his chest gently, and he stumbles backward. "Don't gotta tell the whole damn town. Jesus."
Riley rubs his chest. “Watch it, He-Man, shit. Not all of us were born on Mount Olympus."
Felix snorts. "I'm not even gonna touch that mixed metaphor."
"Sorry," I mutter.
We find a booth in a back corner where's it less noisy; a cute little waitress sashays over to us and bats her eyelashes at us; she's got curly blonde hair and light gray eyes, built svelte and slender. "What can I get you, boys?"
"Pitcher of Coors," Felix says. "Anyone want snacks?"
"Hell yeah," I say. "Hungry as fuck."
“Bet you are," Riley teases. "Pretzel sticks and some chicken wings?"
We all agree and the waitress hustles off. Riley, I notice, watches her tiny little butt as she vanishes. I shove him, careful to do so softly. "She's too young, man. No way."
He rolls his eyes. "Sasha is twenty-four, I’ll have you know.”
"Sasha, huh?" I say. "First name basis?"
He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. "Guess so."
Felix snorts. "What he's not saying is he's already screwed her."
"Once," Riley protests.
"Yeah, exactly," Felix says. "Once."
"Hey, now. Iwas down for more.Sheghostedme." Riley shakes his head. "Sweet girl. Great in bed. Not really my type, though."
Felix throws a Splenda packet at Riley's head. "Female, legal, and willing. Pretty much your only type, there, bro."
Riley tosses it back, missing. "Fuck you. I have standards."
"You screwed Amy Goddard." Felix says this as if it's all there is to say.
I look from brother to brother. "And?"
Riley seems distinctly uncomfortable with the tack of the conversation. "Shut up. Not—another—word. I wasdrunk.”
Felix just laughs. "Amy Goddard. Oh man. Year after our high school graduation, a party out in the Mannix backfield."
Riley glares at his brother. "Why do you hate me?”
Felix only laughs harder. "Let's just say Amy Goddard, while a very sweet girl, was, um…god, how do I put this nicely?"
Riley grumbles. "No nice waytoput it. She was homely."
"Dude." I fish the packet off the bench and toss it at him. "Homely?"
Felix shrugs. "That's as nice as it can be put, Bear. For real. Again, she was super nice to everyone, wicked smart, just…objectively speaking, not an attractive person."
"I felt horrible about it, okay?" Riley says. "It was a dick move. I was an asshole back then, and I was drunk."
