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“The books will still be there for you on Monday,” Feely added. “Not that you have to worry about academics.”
“Come on, Cap,” I coaxed, slapping his shoulder. “Let’s make some fucking memories here. You’ll be gone before we know it and then all you’ll have is your regrets.” Reaching for a shot, I held it up and implored him with my eyes to do the same. “Be a teenager with us.”
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“Come on, Cap,” Johnny mimicked several hours later. “Be a teenager with us.” Shaking his head, he blinked the bleariness away and tried to glare at me. “Why haven’t I learned by now to never listen to you?”
“Just your good luck, I guess,” I said, clinking my half-empty pint glass against his. “Bottom’s up.”
“No, no, no.” Feely laughed, grabbing my attention. “I would use the 50/50 option on the easier questions. There’s nothing worse than seeing a fellow stuck on the $64,000 question with four outlandish options to choose from.”
“What’s that now?” I asked, curious.
“Hugh was asking which lives I would use if I ever got called up to be on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire on the television.”
“Well, make sure you put me down as your phone a friend,” I said, tapping my temple. “I’m a whiz at that show.”
Both of them cracked up, laughing in response.
I narrowed my eyes. “Well, that’s fucking lovely, that is.”
“Cap would be my first port of call,” Hugh chimed in.
“Same here,” Feely added.
“And then you, lad,” Hugh said, turning to Feely.
“Right back at you, Hughie.”
Betrayal.
Jesus Christ, the betrayal!
“It’s nothing personal, Gibs,” Feely tried to coax, still laughing. “Don’t get the hump.”
“Hey, Johnny, if you got on the show, you’d call me, wouldn’t you?” I turned to my best friend. “I’d be your phone a friend if you were on the show, wouldn’t I?”
Johnny stared at me like I’d grown three heads. “What the fuck are ya talking about, Gibs?”
“Those assholes would call each other if you didn’t answer,” I explained, pointing a thumb in the direction of Feely and Hugh. “But you’d call me, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would, Gibs,” he appeased, patting my arm. “You’re my number one, lad.”
It was bullshit but the fact that he had my back in public like this meant everything.
“See, fuckers,” I grumbled, tossing back the rest of my pint before raising my hand to call for another round to be brought over to us.
“Hey, lads, do any of you want kids?”
I gaped at my best friend. “Kids?”
“Yeah.” Johnny nodded solemnly. “Are ye planning on having some?”
“You want kids, Cap?” Hugh asked.
“Of course.”
“Now?”
