Elliot ditched his jock reputation after high school. He happily traded his cleats and shoulder pads for college cafeteria food and seminars notes. Now, without the distraction of football, he has managed to find success at the University of Minneso...
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The bar had emptied by 2AM. The only stragglers were a few drunken nursing students and the usual middle-aged alcoholics. Pierce and Elliot made sure to give Professor V a generous tip before they left.
After walking a few blocks, winter's venom seeped into Pierce's bloodstream and quickly nullified the affects of alcohol - robbing him of the courage to kiss Elliot. He cursed himself as they ran out of pavement.
"Maybe I'll see you tomorrow after - ?" Pierce stopped when Elliot veered toward the crosswalk. "Where are you going? Your house is on 12th Avenue." Pierce jerked his head in the opposite direction, watching Elliot dash across the street.
