Getting Lucky

A

song written about it, and if I could carry a tune to save

s even happier than usual since this week had sucked balls. As

even more so than I had expected. It took me hours before I co

songwriting to celebrate was out of the question. Drinks after wo

proposal together. Opening the file in question, I dropped the pro

I was damned proud of it. I'd really

more urgent stuff left to do before firing off a text to Ryan. My best frien

e other to see if drinks were a possibility. I hoped he would be free to

around to it. Before I could officially call it the weekend, one during

s that needed his signature before we were good to go on those accounts for now. I planned on leaving the

lammed his phone back down into its cradle. Rifling through the

iew before signing off," I told him, wondering what he possibly could

t would telling me I'd done a good job absolutely have killed him? Probably

kept your wits about you and only fired Honeyball today, you would have

battle where we both dug in our heels. It would cut into my drinking time with Ryan. Work took up enough of my time as it was. I wa

m a curt nod before turning my back on him and leavi

t up with him at a local watering hole a few blocks away from both our offices. It was a typical pu

peting for the barman's attention. Ryan had beaten me there and waited in our regular

ng onto the red pleathe

table and grinned. "What's up? How is it that

y as it made its way to my stomach. "I had to deal

way and took a deep sip of his drink. "I hear you, man. It's been a crazy one. I got to

him, we kept in touch until eventually landing at Harvard together. I was in business and finance, while

ked, spinning my tumbler bet

n eyes lighting up. "Footba

aking my head

ious expression creeping onto his face.