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Prologue

Hunter

For the past four hours, I’ve been running around behind the bar, getting people’s beers andbreak means the bar stays insanely busy, especially with California State University just ten minutes away

“Dude, Hunter,” Brandon hollers Looking overat the opposite end of the bar “Need a refill, ehe doesn’t tip, his pretty boy ass can wait

“I’ll be right over!” I reply, shaking my head It’ll be his fifth beer in the past few hours, but I know he’s taking full advantage of our last seraduate and be in the real world—hopefully not still bartending, though I’ and don’t plan to use itdrinks

Brandon Locke is rew up hating each other in high school since he was the kicker for my school’s rival teaether at CSU Sacrah he tries to keep up with ht, however, he see

“Locke, you sure you want another?” I ask when I’m in front of him

“Don’t make me jump over this bar and junk punch you,” he threatens, then slaps down a five-dollar bill,me chuckle

“Oh, big spender Fine” I grab a cold beer from the cooler and slide it over to him I take the five and put it in the drawer “But don’t think I’uts out later”

Brandon ier at me “I don’t need a sitter, Dad Besides, Mason and Liaet home safely”

That makes me snort, and I shake my head “They aren’t much better”

“True” He shrugs, giving no fucks

This last seraduation have been aBartending pays the bills for now, and I don’tout withthe sober one keeps me entertained because they’re a bunch of idiots when they’re drunk