Twenty-Nine

          Denzel sighed when he turned and half expected it to be someone his heart had been thinking of in a few days now.  It happening to be James.

"Bonaparte, please." He said to the bartender who gave his most polite smile and turned to the lined up drinks on the shelf. James glanced at his cousin who silently ignored him and sipped his share of wine as though he were alone.

         None of them had spoken to each other since their awful fight and not like Denzel wanted it to be that way, but when James was acting like the big baby, the only solution was to let him be. "This is getting way too old, don't you think?" Denzel asked. James glanced at him, after receiving the glass of wine from the bartender with a nod. "Well, that depends."

Denzel turned to him. "On what?" James shrugged.

"Listen, bruv this whole thing is too. . . We are w