“Hey, Gus! Can I get a beer?”

Sam was tired after a long day at work, and he jumped slightly when he felt arms circle around his waist. He glanced over as Wren perched her chin on his shoulder with a mischievous grin. Sam let out a small laugh at his best friend’s antics. Little hellion. What the hell was she doing here?

“Make that two, please. And a large pepperoni pizza. You can put it on my tab,” Wren told the bartender.

Gus laughed as he threw his white towel over his shoulder. “You got it, Farmer.”