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Terrance chuckles. “You gotta let your moms do what they want to do.”
“You heard her threaten me with a noodle lashing, right? I’m pretty sure that’s against the law somewhere.”
“I think it's precious to have two moms fussing over you. It’s a huge blessing, man.” A flash of something unreadable flits in Terrance’s eyes before he gives his attention to his sparkling water and takes a drink.
I take a long inhale from my cigar. “You’re right. It’s a blessing.”
Moments later, Jeremiah strides around the corner with a small cooler in tow. “I tried to get here early, but Terrance beat me here. Looks like you guys already started the cigars withoutme, huh?” He sits down on the couch beside me and motions for one of the cigars.
“These are from Tijuana,” I say, passing Jeremiah one.
“They’re good,” Terrance adds. “And I’m not even that much of a cigar guy.”
Jeremiah glances at Terrance and smirks. “Not a cigar guy, and you’re drinking sparkling water? What are you doing, trying to stay healthy? Oh, no, your new girl got you watching your figure?”
Terrance grins and nods. "As a matter of fact, I am trying to stay fit. I'm going to get something later, but my lady is feeding me well at home, so I have to watch my calories when I’m out," he says, blushing slightly.
“Aw, shit now. When your girl has you on a high-calorie diet at home, that doesn’t always mean it’s food. So, tell us more about this high-calorie diet at home,” Jeremiah teases.
Terrance shakes his head. “Nah, mind your business, my guy.”
Jeremiah goes into his cooler and pulls out a beer. "Here, have one of these and say something you’ll regret."
Terrance takes it in stride, smiling calmly at the jab. “You know me better than that, my guy. Unlike some of us, I never say more than is necessary."
Looking between the two of them with widened eyes, I know the shit-talking is about to begin. I take a drink of my whiskey and flip through the sports channels. “Well, let’s get this party started! Maybe this way we won't have too much 'guy talk.'"
Jeremiah smiles. “Yeah, see, now you’re talking. Let’s save the guy talk for another day. I was thinking we could get into something much more mischievous tonight.” Jeremiah winks. “I have a few slimmies I can have over here in no time.I’m talking slim thick with enough ass to rattle this room when they twerk.”
My stomach does a backflip as I remember my mother and godmother are only a few rooms away, proving that I have pure intentions for the night. What has Jeremiah got planned?
Saved by the bell, the doorbell rings again. I don’t move this time, and Rich walks into the room seconds later. He observes us sitting in the den, watching a baseball game and having drinks. "What the heck are you guys doing? Our boy is getting married next month. We need to be at the strip club, watching some women shake what their mamas gave them.”
I chuckle at Rich's comment, a typical suggestion from a long-time troublemaker. “Nah, not tonight. We still have a few more guys that need to show up before we start making plans. And I’ll celebrate with my bachelor party next month, so we’ll have plenty of time for adventure."
Jeremiah relaxes in his chair and puffs on his cigar. “These guys aren’t trying to do anything, Rich. Just come in here and sit down like old men and have yourself some sparkling water or whatever Terrance is drinking.” Jeremiah and Rich share a laugh.
“You’re drinking sparkling water?” Rich asks Terrance.
Terrance waves Rich off. “Yep, and you need to drink it with me.”
Rich is a wall of muscles, built like a tank, but a slight beer belly protrudes through his muscle shirt. He flexes his chest muscles and brags, “It’s all good over here. The ladies still loving it.”
“Okay, Mr. Flex,” Terrance gives his attention to the TV.
Rich sits on the couch and continues his bid for what we should do this evening. “We can’t be sitting around watching TV, Wayne. You need to be enjoying every minute as you count downto your wedding. You don't know what marriage will do to you. It kills everything.”
Jeremiah takes a long swig from his beer bottle. “Hold up, I want to have fun as much as the next man, but nobody said anything about marriage being a death sentence.”
A melancholy glint flashes in Rich’s eyes. “No one said it had to be the end. But it's gonna be different. I know from six years' experience.”
Terrance interjects with a wry smile, “Maybe things will get better when you start keeping your ass at home instead of in people’s strip club establishments.”
Rich shifts in his seat uncomfortably and takes a swig of beer. He tries to avoid the topic of his wife and the strained marriage they share by going off on another tangent. “Just let me take my quarterback out for one last hurrah before he rides off into the sunset. Come on! We gotta do something crazy soon!”
I shake my head and chuckle at seeing him try to change the subject but agree nonetheless. “Yeah, yeah; I hear you. Next month it is then! It'll definitely be a night to remember.”
Terrance says, “That sounds more reasonable. You’re supposed to celebrate the last night, not the entire month anyway.”
