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evenings like this had a way of getting rich people to reach deep into their pockets for big checks.

    I turned around and looked Lily up and down as respectfully as I could. Drake, of course, noticed me, and I felt him punch me in the shoulder again. “Hud, man, you looking at my girl like that?”

    I smiled wider and looked directly at Lily. “You look lovely tonight, Lily,” I did a little bow, and I saw Lily blush as she looked to the floor.

    Then I straightened up and focused on Drake. “I’m just giving you props, Drake, and also wondering something.”

    “Oh yeah?” Lily said. “What’s that?” added Drake.

    I paused for a second to let the point linger, like I was about to say something profound. “I just wondered how lucky a guy like you had to be to get and keep a girl like this!”

    “Thank you!” Lily almost shouted, her face overcome with glee. Now it was her turn to punch Drake in the shoulder. “I keep telling him that every day, and he doesn’t seem to believe me.”

    I looked at Lily, and pointed to my shoulder. “So that’s where he gets it from!”

    Drake rubbed his shoulder. “You’re damn right that’s where I got it from.” He wrapped his arm around Lily’s waist and pulled her in. “Being with this girl is like having an extra shoulder workout every day. She really knows how to hit ‘em hard.”

    I laughed. “You seem to be able to handle it. Doesn’t seem to get in your way on the field.”

    “Oh man, I make sure it doesn’t. Imagine how much sympathy I’d get from Coach Armstrong if I couldn’t make a catch because my arm hurt on account of my girlfriend hitting me there too much.” He got quieter and leaned in. “Don’t, uh, don’t let any of the guys hear that, yeah? That’s between you and me.”

    “What’s between you two?” Lance’s voice pierced the silent moment before I could speak, and Drake and I turned to see Lance and Charlotte walking toward us, holding hands and looking like they belonged on a magazine cover.

    Lance wore a dark suit, impeccably tailored, and Charlotte glided across the room like her feet didn’t touch the floor. Her deep green dress looked amazing on her. Heads turned as the two of them stopped in front of us.

    “Will you take a look at that,” Drake whispered.

    “Fucking quarterbacks, man.” I whispered back. “It’s unbelievable.”

    “What are you two gossiping about?” Lily glared at us, reaching back.  

    “N-Nothing!”

    “Did we miss anything?” Lance said to Drake and I as Charlotte and Lily gave each other quick hugs, traded kisses, and complimented each others’ outfits.  

    “Nah, things haven’t really gotten started around here yet.” Just as I said it, we got to the front of the line at the bar and I ordered 5 drinks, remembering what everyone liked. The bartender got to work and I turned back to the group.

    “You guys gonna be ready for the Chiefs on Sunday?” This was a Wednesday evening, so we still had plenty of time to prepare, but it never hurt to start early. Whatever illusions I might have had about over preparation being possible had been shattered by experience long ago. We could always learn more, study more; we could always get stronger and better.

    Lance and Drake looked at each other, before turning to me. “Ganging up on me now, eh? Just like you offense guys. Can’t fight any of your battles alone.”

    “A united front is usually the best way,” Lance started.

    “Yeah. I make him look good,” Drake said, pointing at Lance. “And he makes me look good.”

    “To answer your question, though,” Lance said as I handed out drinks to everyone and we all took long sips, “yeah, we’ll be ready for the Chiefs on Sunday. Your defense gonna keep us on the field?”

    “You know it, brother, we got them figured out. Think you can score more than 10 this time?”

    Drake smiled. “I think we can make that happen. You gonna hold ‘em that low?”

    “That’s the