SATURDAY, JUNE 13TH, 2020. → AT THE PROM IN WILMINGTON.
"I’ve gotta say... s’been nice not havin’ to run around the back of the bleachers on the football field to sneak the keg this time ‘round. They make it handy with that bar over there.” Weston stuck his thumb over his shoulder to point out the open makeshift bar that they set up in the high school gym. Ironically so, which had him a bit amused, but was certainly having a damn good time reliving the golden days with a drink in his hand and friends near his side. “Hidin’ it all from Coach Judd was a little difficult, I’ll admit. If I remember correctly, he found a red solo cup and the entire time was runnin’ bleachers all damn practice on Monday.” Laughing some more, Weston sipped from his beer then glanced to his right. “So, do I got your vote in the bag, or ya gonna break my heart too?”














