Re: Opposites Attract
"Four," Troy specified. Pete had a point. He might've been collecting goats to fill some kind of void in his life. Or goats were just awesome. Both, most likely. Figure out what he wants? Tell her? "Pete, Pete, Pete... that's what I'm asking you for. You s'pposed to tell me what I want. I think I know, now though," he stopped mid-thought when he felt his phone vibrate and he pulled it from his jacket pocket.
"It's Jimmy." He waited. "Okay, fine." He picked up, winced a little because Jimmy was yelling like a crazy motherfucker, then his eyes widened when he realized what Warpath was asking. "Hey, grab your coat. Jimmy needs help at Logan's." Troy slipped off his barstool and wobbled only a little before he stood properly and threw a twenty on the bartop. "Laters, my wigga," he told the bartender with the blonde cornrows and threw up a 'deuces'.