Meanwhile, while I’m with Randy as we’re taking turns driving our new car that has the windows tinted, I make a phone call from my buddy,
Tommy Phelps from Randy’s cell.
He said boastfully in a joyous tone, “What’s up, Josh? I’m at the Crystal Meadows Pub, where I’m celebrating passing our bar exams! Where are
you, bro?”
I said, “I just finished trading in for a new car at the local dealership. Can’t tell you much, because I’m chased by mafiosos, so I think we
should meet at a different place this afternoon. Is that cool?”
Tommy replied coolly, “Totally. You’re safe with me. If there’s one thing that you should always know about me, to which you know already,
it’s that you can count on me. We’ll just have a beer or two, and then host the party at my place. Drinks are on me.”
I said, “Okay, but there’s one more thing. They know I’d be attending your house party.”
Tommy frowns, as he says as a matter of factly, “Well, I could always move it to my niece’s beach house. She’s 18, by the way, so she’s good to
go, but there are plenty of chicks our age for us to mingle with. Plus, I’d rather have you not hit on her, since she’s at least ten years our
junior.”
I reply steadfastly, “That’s cool. I’ll be bringing one guest. He’ll be on his way, too.”
Tommy then says, “Also, tell Rach I said hi.”
Randy whispers to me, “Tell Rachel says hi back.”
I respond, “He says hi back. I mean, she. Also, I'll be bringing my friend Randy, as he can't wait to meet you.”
Tommy laughs and says, “Okay. Let me know when your on your way.”