Liam shook his head. “That guy,” he muttered.
Mo’s wasn’t too far from Liam’s house and located right on the beach. It was a small local place and easily missed if you weren’t familiar with the area. The outside of the building was painted a bright teal color with a yellow door while the roof was made to look like it was covered in straw.
We followed Liam and Ollie inside as they weaved around the tables and out onto a back deck.
They chose a table by the railing, close to the sandy beach and ocean. It was a high top table and when I sat down my legs dangled back and forth.
A waitress appeared immediately with two menus for Dean and I. She didn’t even bother grabbing ones for Liam and Ollie, which told me they had to frequent this place often.
“What can I get you guys to drink?” She asked Dean and I.
“Water for both of us,” I replied.
“I’ll be right back with that.” She smiled pleasantly. Glancing at Liam and Ollie, she said, “I assume you want the usual?”
They both nodded and she bounced off, her ponytail swinging.
I looked around, noticing that all the waiters and waitresses were dressed in khaki shorts and royal purple shirts with Mo’s emblazoned across them.
“What do you get here?” I asked Liam.
“Fish tacos,” he replied, gazing out at the water. He seemed a bit distant and I worried that maybe I’d been wrong and he wasn’t happy to see us.
“Oh yes, the fish tacos are ammmazing,” Ollie crowed. “They have really good burgers too.”
I nodded at this information and went back to studying the menu, only looking up when the waitress returned with our waters and two Coronas for Liam and Ollie.
I lowered my menu, eyeing Liam as he raised the beer to his lips.
“What?” He asked, feigning innocence.
“You know what.”
Liam was nineteen too, almost twenty since his birthday was in November while mine was in April.
“People are really lax about this kind of thing here.” He shrugged indifferently.
“Is it that or is it your last name that makes a difference?”
“Willow, you have the same fucking last name that I do, so what do you think?” He raised a single dark brow, glaring at me.
“I think for someone who hates fame,” I spat the word, “you sure do use it to your advantage.”
He sighed heavily and muttered, “Might as well.”
“Wow!” Ollie gazed out towards the water. “Is that a flamingo?”
It was quite possibly the worst topic change ever, but it worked, and we all couldn’t help but laugh.
“Flamingo. Familia. See where I’m going here? You’re family! Why can’t we all get along and forget about the consequences of underage drinking?” Ollie slung his arm over Liam
’s shoulders.
Liam immediately shrugged him off, shooting a disgusted look at his friend.
“Ollie-ism?” I eyed Liam.
“Yep.” He took an exaggerated breath before bringing the beer to his lips.