The three men—naked save for their tri-colored bracelets—lay awake, Barry on his side facing Jimmy, Jake spooning Barry from behind. It was past midnight in the UK but their body clocks were still on US Mountain Time.
“Your dad’s cool in a quiet sort of way,” Jake said, nuzzling the back of Barry’s neck.
“Yeah,” Barry said quietly.
“And he’s a damn fine pool player, too. Never even knew you Brits played pool,” Jimmy said.
“You can’t call Barry a Brit, not since we Americanized him,” Jake returned.
Jimmy snickered. “Though have you noticed how he’s started to talk all English again since we’ve been here?”
“That’s true,” Jake said. After a pause he asked, “Barry, you okay? You’re kinda quiet. You tired?”
Barry thought about lying and saying he was, but decided to go with the truth ins
