Jockey Shorts Dance Contest
“Hey, Peterson! You’re not bailing on us are you? Wes will be so disappointed,” Roy chuckled into the phone.
“No, I’m going. I, um, I have a problem. My car is in the shop and…”
“Do you want us to pick you up?” Roy said quickly. “It’s on the way. You live in Bloomington, right?”
“I do.” Roy could hear the man breathe a sigh of relief. “I’d take a cab, but they’re so expensive to take both ways downtown.”
“We got you covered. Besides, I’m not driving, Ch