“It’s really not that great of a place. It smells like smoke and the music is terrible and always played way too loud.” My mom laughs. “Honey, that’s kind of the point. It’s an old bar and pool hall. There’s not much else to it.” “Well, they’ll be let down. They can’t even drink. Buck won’t serve anyone underage.” “Something tells me they’ll still have a blast—and probably get into some sort of trouble. I thought you’d be there to keep an eye on them, if we’re being honest. You love that place.”
