Chapter 41

Wild

Mayhem is hopping again tonight. The music is loud, and the drinks are flowing, but there’s also something else. An undercurrent of excitement, or maybe tension? Whatever it is, I can’t put my finger on it, but it has me paying attention more than I normally do.

“You feel it?” Skunk asks, he walks over to stand beside me as we both wipe glasses down.

“The electricity, the nervous energy?”

“Oh yeah, my man. You definitely feel it too.”

It goes without saying I do, but I don’t know what it means in this mid-size college town. Does it mean shit’s about to hit the fan or are we just in for a crazier than normal night? “There’s definitely something bubbling under the surface,” I agree with him as I gaze out over the crowd.

“Can I get a Coors?” I hear from my left. Going through the motions, I get the drink requested and deliver it, but my eyes aren’t on the person I gave it to; instead they’re canvasing everything.