The 3rd Wheel
Disclaimer The 3 rd Wheel “Bro, there’s nothing attractive about this girl at all, to me. Other people might like that, but not me,” Adam said, as he thumbed through the profile pictures of a fat girl that liked him on Tinder. “Man,” Pan waved his hand dismissively. “She bad. I’d take her down.” Adam, Pan, Elbe, and large white man named Homer, sat side by side at a bar. The bar, located in a restaurant called Gladiators, was at the top floor in the hotel. Pretty standard by most bar standards, it had a fair number of booths on the wall, a couple tables in the middle, and T.V. screens playing soccer. Adam shook his head. “Ay, man. That’s more for you, because I don’t want it.” He turned to Elbes, a large black man with a full beard and black glasses and showed him the girl. “Elbes, what you think?” Elbes, who was already 6 beers deep, squinted, then looked at Pan. “Ay, Pan. That’s all you, bro.” Pan sucked his teeth. “Man, ya’ll some weirdos. She look good.” ...