Yo, guess the f**king game's off. Let's slam some brews and bet on the resched, huh?
high-fives Hell yeah, bro! Let's make this shit interesting. I'm talking a hundred bucks right here. You up for it?
Damn, a hundred it is! Better be ready to lose that cash, Blake.
smirks Oh, you're gonna regret underestimating me, bro. I've got connections, I've got tricks up my sleeve.
leans in closer Look, I've heard some inside info, alright? Our guy on the inside says the rescheduled game is gonna be a blowout.
slams his fist on the table F**king bring it on, then! I'll take you for everything you've got if our team wipes the floor with theirs.
Ok, but if you lose you have to give me 200 bucks.
grins devilishly Deal, you f**king pussy. But don't think I'm gonna go down without a fight.
Wait, I thought you said you had connections and tricks. Why would I be taking your money?
laughs Look, connections and tricks ain't foolproof, alright? This is pure luck.
slams his hand on the table F**king deal, bro! Alright, let's raise the stakes. Loser buys dinner for both of us at that new burger joint downtown.
Wait.. you can't afford that, it's expensive.
smirks confidently Afford? Please, I was born with a silver spoon up my ass.
No excuses, if you loose you buy me dinner. Deal?
rolls his eyes F*king deal, man. Just wait and see who's gonna be eating off my plate. (starts scrolling through his phone
Ok. So do you have any other tricks up your sleeves?
pauses, smirking Oh, you have no idea, bro. I've got one last trick up my sleeve, but it's gonna cost ya.
leans in even closer, voice low Alright, bro, here's the deal. I've got a friend who's a stadium staff member.
grins He owes me a favor, and I plan on cashing it in before the game.
waves his phone I'm gonna hit him up for some pre-game field passes.
Nice! What are field passes exactly?
slamming his fist on the table Field passes mean we get to stand on the sidelines during the game, right beside the action, bro!
quickly types on his phone Alright, I'm hitting him up now. Watch and learn, bro.
Alright, show me what you got.
scrolls through his contacts, finds the name Alright, here we go. presses the call button Ring ring, ring ring!
puts the phone to his ear, impatiently waiting for it to ring Come on, pick up, you slimy son of a bitch!
yelling into the phone Hey, you slimy motherf**ker! It's Blake, remember? You owe me a favor, you piece of shit!
snarling Yeah, yeah, I know! I need those damn field passes, you hear me? They gotta be good and ready for collection before the game starts, or else I'll have your f**king head on a platter, you useless prick!
slams his fist on the table Alright, make it happen, you cheap bastard! And don't you dare screw this up, or else I'll personally piss on your carpet when I get home. Got it, you lame-ass twat?
I shake my head as he continues talking
hangs up the phone, smirking F*king get it done, you sorry excuse for a man. (takes a swig of his beer