Charles and Allen quickly find a seat and they both reach for the bowl of chips that sat in the center of the table.
"How was the trip to Chi-town Jones?"
Gigolo asked.
"It was decent, same city though."
"How's moms and pops"
Cupid asked.
"They're doing their thing,"
Allen responded nonchalantly.
"What do you mean they're doing their thing?"
Charles asked.
"Like I said,"
Allen began with a raised tone,
"they're doing their thing.
What else needs to be said?"
"Damn bruh,"
Cupid responded,
"sounds like you let this celibate
thing go and got a hold of some bad pussy while you were in Chi-town."
Laughter spread around the table like a spilled drink until the rest of
the fellas realized Allen wasn't laughing.
"Is something wrong man,"
Charles asked Allen as he continued to
laugh,
"cause you the first person to laugh when a joke is told?"
"No, you asked a question and I answered it. What more needed to be
asked?"
"Yo man, is something on your mind?"
Calorie asked Allen.
"No man,"
Allen answered politely,
"there is nothing on my mind.
Now everyone stop asking me what's wrong and let's watch the game
OK."
"Alright man, you right, there's no need to get agitated and thangs,"
Gigolo said with a playful tone.
"Well,"
Walter said,
"I'm going to get a beer, can I get you guys one?"
"My man my man,"
Calorie said with a smile,
"what you can do is get
the ice out of the freezer, get the cooler out of the hall closet and fill it
with the ice you get out of the freezer, then you can bring us all a beer."
Agreement spread around the table as the fellas put in their orders for
Walter to bring back any snack items that Calorie had in the kitchen.
"Oh," Calorie continued,
"there's soda in the kitchen closet for Jones
and Cupid since they don't drink."
As the fellas sat around the table looking at the television, Gigolo took
the time to look at his scores on the football pool.
"Man you still waste your money on that bullshit?"
Calorie asked.
"Yeah, and it's no different than you spending your money on the
damn lottery when you know you ain't gon' win 'cause you ain't
Mexican."
"I guess you got a point," Calorie said with a laugh.
As the fellas switch their attention to the start of the game, Walter
returned with the cooler, filled with beer and soda.
"Yo, dig in," Walter spoke as he returned to his chair, "it's game time."