I glanced over my shoulder at Derek, who cocked a brow, waiting on my answer. “Where’s it at?” I asked. We had just gotten done with practice and most of the guys were already gone. Tomorrow was our game against Chicago and we were pumped, ready to kick their ass. Derek tossed his gym bag over his shoulder and grinned. “It’s at the Second Street Bar downtown.” “You know that’s where all the cops hang out. The last thing we need is for one of our players to get a DUI.” “And who do you think set up the party? I’m friends with those bastards. They wanted to celebrate with us. Why don’t you call Summer and have her come?” “She’s working, shithead. I won’t see her until later tonight.” His eyes lit up. “Well, there ya go. You can join us for a little bit, and then Bri and I will get you home in time to have fun with your girl.” Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my phone. “I don’t plan on getting soused. I can drive myself.” “Yeah, but Bri offered to drive us.
