Meaning of Friendship

Early Afternoon The guys came to pick me up. As usual, the car was parked across the street in front of the house waiting for me.

"It looks like Carter don't wanna hang out with us anymore, ever since he's about to become a professional violinist. He's rarely around us," complained Reggie.

Patrick and Jack sat on the curb smoking a joint, passing it back and forth.

"That's true, it's as if we need to set up an appointment with him if we want to see him," Patrick retaliated as I walked out of the door behind him.

"Shut up you guys. You know you'll always be my bodies no matter what."

"Used to be," Jack replied.

"Shut your butt hole, Jack."

"Yeah," Reggie agreed with me.

"All right, you guys know what time it is. So let's keep on moving."

I got in the back seat of the car. Patrick checked his watch. "Time for you to get ready for your concert."

"It's too early. I've got plenty of time. The show is at nine, so why don't we go to Blue Bar and shoot some pool before then."

"Good idea!" said Jack.

"Everybody get in the car. I'll drive. Pass me the key," Reggie told Patrick, holding his hand out. Patrick threw the key at him, and it landed in his shirt. The rest of the guys got in the car before Reggie sped away.

Blue Bar We arrived at the bar. For a week day it was pretty enthusiastic.

About twenty people were in drinking the day away. Reggie and I sat at the bar and ordered two beers as Patrick and Jack went to play pool.

"Then you're going to be rich and famous. But remember, I'll still be better looking than you are. Don't believe me? Well, my friend, then you'd better let me give you a little demonstration. Show you how to sweep a girl off her feet," Reggie praised himself.

"Don't be sweeping me," I said with a laugh to ridicule him.

"Not you. See that girl at the table over there?" He pointed at a very beautiful girl in her early twenties. She sat at a table in the corner of the room a few feet from where Patrick and Jack were playing pool. She wet her lips with a beer. She glanced at Reggie. Reggie winked at her as she turned her head away.

"I don't think she's alone," I mentioned to Reggie.

"She won't be in a second."

Reggie fixed his eyebrows and walked over to the girl. A large bearded man in his thirties, wearing a biker's coat with a skull logo, sat next to her.

"Hi, dear!" Reggie approached her despite the large biker.

"What the hell is he doing?" I wondered.

The girl, intimidated, smiled at his bravery. In a moment, the large man stood up in front of Reggie.