Fall From Grace

I slam my beer glass on the bar. “I didn’t stick my dick in anything. I had requirements.”

All three of them start cracking up.

“Assholes,” I mutter under my breath before pulling back a long drink of my beer.

Mason turns his back to us as he looks throughout the bar. “I’m sure there is someone here worthy of my brother.”

I smack him upside the head. “If I am going to fuck someone, it’s gonna be my choice, asshat. Not yours.”

He spins around. “You’re really no fun anymore.”

Owen chokes on his beer. “He has a point.”

“And would you let Mason pick out some girl for you to fuck?”

“Hell no! But I bet I can find someone worthwhile.”

Noah shakes his head at us.

“How about you all just let me do this myself.”

Mason scoffs. “Y’all are no fun.”

We spend the next hour being total assholes and judging every woman that walks into the bar. I am enjoying watching Noah get wasted, something he rarely ever does and especially not in public. I cannot wait to see Anna come and pick his ass up.

Mason is trying to point out some woman in the back of the bar when Owen stands abruptly. “I gotta go. Chelsi is feeling sick.”

“She okay, man?” Noah asks.

“I’m sure she is fine. This pregnancy is just taking it out of her. I need to wrangle the kids to bed.”

“See ya in the office on Monday,” I tell him.

He nods at me and heads out the door. Mason and I go back to our game as the buzz of the alcohol takes full effect. I know my eyes are glossed over as I have to squint to look at whoever Mason is pointing at.

It’s not long before Anna walks into the bar, a smile breaking out across her face when she sees the state that Noah is in. He’s leaning against the back of his chair, arms crossed over his chest, eyes battling to stay open.

“What did you do to him?” she teases us as she steps up next to him.

He jolts at the sound of her voice. “Hey baby,” he slurs.

She shakes her head at him and grabs his phone off the bar. “Okay detective, time we get you home.”

He stumbles off his stool and wraps his arms around his wife. “And what are we gonna do when we get home?”

I smile into my beer, holding back a laugh.

Anna runs her hands up his chest and leans into his ear, speaking loud enough for us to hear. “I’m gonna strip these clothes off you, get you completely naked, then push you into bed. Then I’ll slowly pull the blankets up your body as you start snoring.”

He gives her a drunken grin, and I know he thinks he heard something totally different.

“I’ll see you around.” She waves to us as she drags Noah out of the bar.

Mason turns to me. “Well, just you and me, big brother. Shots?”

I let the fog in my brain settle. “Fuck it. Why not? I need to piss first.”

I head to the bathroom, then make my way back to the corner of the bar and see Mason with his gaze fixed on someone. I slide into my chair and cock a brow. “You find someone for me or you?”