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Annie
Capital Pizza was The Tacos’ after-game celebration locale. Mostly because it was the only place still open this late at night. Consequently, the place was packed, and it took a solid thirty-minute wait to get a table big enough to seat nine.
I took a seat next to Jordan and Blaire and across from Julian, Hollin, and Ashleigh. Blaire’s roommate, Piper, sat on her other side with her twin brother, Peter, and Peter’s boyfriend, Jeremy, taking the end of the table. I’d never been as close to Piper as Blaire because of the soccer team, but I admired that she was a strong woman, running Sinclair Cellars. While it used to run in the Sinclair family, their grandfather had left it to the Medinas, but they’d kept the reputable name. And that was as much as I knew about the wine business
