Dreams of Ivory
“He might act like a clean-cut business man, but hell, a good beer seemed to make anything better after a long-ass day.Since he’d spent the past two days trying not to think about a certain woman, he thought he deserved a beer or three.Springsteen belted from the speakers as people played pool in the back under dim lighting. Others sat at the bar, either alone with their drink or talking about whatever was on their mind.The Cooper brothers sat in their booth in the back corner of their local dive, Eddie’s, each with a beer in front of him. They didn’t get out as much as they liked, but Jackson was glad they got the chance tonight.“Do you remember when we used to do shots on these nights?” Justin asked, his eyes closed as he leaned his head against the back of the booth. “I know we don’t do whiskey anymore because a certain brother of ours had an incident.”Jackson held back a shudder as his stomach threatened to revolt at just the memory of that night of the whiskey shots.
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