“Hey Saint, you coming out tonight?” Von skates to a stop in front of me, lifting his helmet up so he can swipe a forearm over his face. “Yeah, probably.” I need to get laid, badly. Preferably by someone who doesn’t have blue eyes and brown hair, which has suddenly become my fantasy of choice. “Cool.” Von taps his stick against Corwin’s shins. “What about you, kid?” “I wasn’t sure if I was invited.” He looks between us, and then clarifies just in case any of us are confused about the legal drinking age. “Since I’m not old enough to drink.” “They serve soda at bars,” Von replies kindly. “And
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