**Jax**

A few hours later, I sat inside a sports bar in Lake Placid with Trent, Colt, Isach, and Wyatt. The entire top of the table was filled with half eaten baskets of wings, fries, jalapeno poppers, and onion rings. For a bar, the food was decent. Not quite as good as I would've made, but I didn't want to gag, either. Several different basketball games played across a dozen TVs, though none of us were paying much attention.

Isach was too busy checking his phone ...