"Well lucky you, 'cause we're just a few meters away from one of the best bars in Texas. Drinks on me," Mark announced, and I hollered excitedly.

Mark asked about my brother Tanner. The excited look on my face faltered for a moment, but I quickly regained my composure. I didn't want to dwell on the past and bring up old scars.

"Tann's fine. Why don't we catch up over those bottles of quality beer you promised, huh?" I replied, waving off the question.

Mark seemed to ...