by C.J Duggan
Chapter Thirty-One
"Seriously, what is the point of going to the Point?" Stan whinged.
"Well, do you have a better idea, lover boy?" Sean smashed the billiard balls with a satisfying crack.
Stan shrugged. "I don't know, just thought we could try something different, that's all."
"McLean's Beach?" someone chucked in.
Sean faked snoring.
"How about the Falls?" added Toby, as he flicked through the jukebox's song selection.
"What? Hang out with all the deviants?" Stan scoffed.
"I don't know, Stan, sounds like your kind of scene."
He flipped Toby the finger.
Toby grinned wickedly before turning back to his task with a shrug. "There's good swimming there, that's all, it's hot enough, it's just an idea."
"Swimming at the Falls, eh?" Sean rubbed his soft stubble in deep thought. "Why not?"
"Whatever, can we wait for Ellie to knock off work first?"
"Aw, don't worry Romeo, we won't leave without Juliet." Sean grabbed Stan and made kissy noises. Stan pushed him over.
I couldn't help but smile at their banter as I gathered the last of the chips from the floor; my smile slowly faded when I caught Toby staring at me.
He was leaning back against the glass display of the jukebox, his arms folded. "So, you in?"
Play it cool, play it cool.
I shrugged. "I guess."
