Adam
Tammy screaming at Fulton was not what I expected to see when I rounded the corner to get some more beer. The people around them were watching them, but trying to pretend they weren't. There was about a three foot radius of empty room between them and the rest of the people on all sides. I was relieved that Tammy stalked out before I was able to break through the crowd.
"Hey man, you alright?" I said putting my hand on Fulton's shoulder. I was feeling a bit tipsy, but I tried to sober up to help my friend. He was very upset, but trying to hide it.
"What? Yeah, I'm cool Banksie. Thanks," He said with a small smile, taking the half full cup out of my hand and chugging the beer in it.
"You know, none of us would have made it on the All-American team without you right?" I asked in a more hushed tone.
Fulton smiled, "Yeah, well, someone has to carry your asses."
I smiled and patted my friend on the back as we moved to refill our cups.