wallypierce
wally smiled, raising his hand to order a tray of six shots. âyou remember that girl whose boyfriend i fucked that really homophobic. well, i gave her the chance to leave me alone after pestering me..and she decided to run her mouth so i told everyone about the soccer player she was fucking behind his back.â wally ran his hand through his hair. âand when i said that, he punched me in the eye. alex, the jock who i was hooking up with in high school held me back.â wally shook his head. âgood try, brady.â he lifted a second shot, quickly drinking it. âyouâre not getting this one out of me.â
brady let out another chuckle as his friend relayed the story to him. âwell, shit, wally. youâre already making enemies?â he gave his friend a nice pat on the back. âwell, iâm proud of you.â he went to down the next shot but paused before it reached his lips, raising his brow as he set it back down. âalex, huh?â brady gave wally a look, but rather than saying anything else, he just simply nodded, deciding not to press his friend any further. âso now that i know that you and your âmystery manâ have... plans, i gotta figure out what iâm doing after this. or rather, who.â






