Jay waited impatiently for his best friend to show up at the bar. He had downed three beers already, though that was nothing for a man of his stature. He hadn't even realized he'd been drinking alcohol yet. He sat at their usual table, rather secluded. Usually Bartholomew and a few other friends of theirs showed up, but tonight Travis had just wanted it to be them, for some reason. Good news, he'd said.
"It better be damn good news or I'll kick his ass," he grumbled, looking at his watch again.
"It better be damn good news or I'll kick his ass," he grumbled, looking at his watch again.