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Trey
Brandon is the son of Jack Ryker, a local billionaire who revolutionized the fashion industry. We both had similarly introverted personalities when we were young, so we became instant friends once we met. Now look at us, both flanked by gorgeous women. Holy shit, the blonde with him looks like a supermodel.
“Trey! It’s been a long time buddy,” he says reaching out and giving me a one-arm hug.
“I was just saying, I don’t remember the last time I saw you. Are these your girlfriends?” I joke.
“They are. This is Sasha and Ellie,” he says. “When I started dating Sasha, Ellie came along with the package. Now I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He grins and gives Ellie a kiss on the cheek.
“You dog,” I reply with a twinge of jealousy. I wonder if I can work out a deal like that with Liv and Mandy. Unfortunately, I already know the answer to that question. “These are my girlfriends, Liv and Mandy,” I tell him just for the hell of it.
“Uh!” they both utter, giving me a shocked look while simultaneously slapping me on the chest.
“Just kidding! Relax girls.” I laugh at their identical reactions. “Actually, they’re just a couple of escorts I rented for the weekend.” That gets an even more violent reaction from them. Both Brandon and I are busting a gut. I know the girls think it’s funny too, even though they are acting like I’ve offended them.
“I’m his girlfriend, Liv,” she says, setting the record straight. “This is my friend Mandy.”
“They aren’t quite as enlightened as you guys,” I joke. By this time both Mandy and Liv are simply grinning and shaking their heads. “They seem to be coming around, though.”
“Here you go, Trey,” the bartender interrupts, handing me my drink. “Brandon, what do you guys need?”
“Bring us a couple bottles of Crissy,” he replies, glancing at both girls to make sure they agree with his choice.
“Brandon, Brandon…” I chide him. “Crissy is out according to Liv and her buddy Jay Z.”
“I know, right?” Sasha immediately reaches out to Liv, affirming her view. “Brandon insists that he likes Cristal better.”
“What can I say? It does taste better.” Brandon shrugs his shoulders and shakes it off.
“It’s okay Brandon, I like beer,” Mandy admits. “You should’ve seen the look I got when I asked for a beer list.”
“Oh my god, it was totally embarrassing,” Liv chimes in with a devastated look on her face.
“I’ll bet it was,” Brandon pats her on the shoulder. I know exactly what he’s thinking, but Sasha appears to be his own version of Liv. Those two are totally hitting it off.
“They managed to find me a Smithwick’s,” Mandy holds up the bottle with the cutest look on her face. “I guess Guinness didn’t make the cut.”
As the group breaks down into one on one conversation, I have to wonder how kids who grow up in similar circumstances can turn out so differently. Brandon and I are both pretty laid back. Mandy and Ellie both seem to be a little on the serious side while Liv and Sasha are still babbling about Cristal versus Ace Of Spades. What a diverse crew.
“Judging by the sidewalk out front, they must be expecting a big night,” Brandon says, scanning across the room. “I don’t even see any celebs.”
“Yeah, they were total dicks to me when I pulled up. Yelling shit about who killed Dad.”
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry buddy. I did hear about that. What the hell happened?” Brandon asks, obviously feeling bad for not bringing it up earlier.
“I have no clue, other than they think it was a professional hit of some kind,” I explain over the growing noise of the crowd.
“Jeez, that’s totally freaky. But crazy shit happens all the time,” Brandon says, suddenly growing quiet.
“Yeah it does. Sorry about your Mom, too.” I give Brandon a pat on the shoulder. “That was just as freaky from what I heard.”
“That’s for sure. We were all a mess at the funeral,” he replies with a somber look on his face.
“But your Dad is doing better now, I hear.” I give Brandon a knowing smirk.
“Yeah… he had his own run-in with the paparazzi last year.” He laughs. “No matter what floor you are on, don’t have sex up against a big glass window.”
“Unless you want to make the tabloids!” I laugh. “Are they still together?”
“Yeah, they actually got married.” He raises an eyebrow and nods. “She’s younger than all of us, but somehow they make each other happy.”
