Chapter 5

Travis, dressed in a terrible devil costume made from a red T-shirt and cheap red cape he’d picked up at the thrift store, was talking to Owen at the beer coolers. Dom moved over to them, not pleased. If Kiko’s eggs were here, then that meant Travis’ eggs were at Yolks on You. No wonder Kiko was upset.

“Sounds good,” Owen was saying as Dom approached. He and Travis shook. “I’ll see what I can do, then. But the ladies are itching for eyeball sangria.”

He retreated to mix wine and peeled grapes, and Dom grabbed Travis’ shoulder before the man could leave to mingle anymore. Travis was nearly finished with a beer and Dom could see now that he fully intended to get drunk as hell, like they were still in college.

“Grab a beer, Dom,” said Travis. “What?”

“We have to take them back to Kiko,” said Dom, gesturing toward the eggs with his plastic pipe. Travis stared at him, swigged the last of his beer.

“What?”