Meant To Be

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To say he is happy is an understatement. In a moment of his life, were his sorrows usually take all the space of his mind, Christopher appears out of nowhere, and the feeling in his heart is genuine.He hasn't seen him in perhaps over ten years because back then, all of a sudden one day he disappeared with his dad, only really saying he was moving away and that he couldn't talk about why, but that his father had business to take care of in another state.

When growing up, it was always Christopher, Jughead and him. The three musketeers, they were invincible, from Little league all the way through high school, they remained like brothers, and even though it hurt like hell when he left, Archie was glad he was here, in front of him enjoying a nice poker game.

Contrary to his friendship with Chris, his father never got along with Frank Moltesanti. He used to say "there's something shady about that guy" nonetheless, he never interfered in my friendship with Chris.

It was just like old times for a moment, the smoke in the air smells nice, it has a vanilla flavor to it,mostly provided by the imported cigars that were lit. He has won three times in a row, while his buddies laughed at obnoxious jokes, and Hiram was not too pleased at the fact that he is down five grand. FP Jones was just chugging down Whiskey left and right, making fun of Hiram in the process.

"Alright Andrews, one more and I'm out"

" Oh come on, we are just getting started!"

Hiram has always had trouble trusting people, I guess is a trait you develop when you inherit a business like this one, he didn't like Chris. I could tell, the cold starte exchanged between the two is more than evident.

" Fine!"

It didn't take a lot of convincing, after all, we were all a bit influenced by the whiskey in our veins, a new round of glasses of alcohol was served by Jughead, and I've noticed that it has been a while since I felt like this, normal.

" So, what have you been up to"

" Well you know... helping my dad run his business, I'm more like a tough guy in the family, mostly running the streets, you know I've never been the one with the brains"

He said with a bit of almost resentment in his eyes, but he shook it off. Still, mild scars on his face and his hands were noticeable. Scars you can only get when you probably beat the shit out of people.

" You know there is always room here for you..." to that he chuckled, like a little kid

" What about you Andrews, what's new?, sorry about your pops by the way"

" Other than the obvious wheelchair?" I answered in my sarcastic tone, five hundred dollars now in the middle of the round table.

" Come on...it can't be that bad right?, You freaking inherited everything from your old man, you are...married, or at least that's what Jughead told me, plus, you have a kid, a son...fuck, I tell ya...I was screwing around with a chick not too long ago, nine months later she turns out pregnant, yes...is a girl, not all of us are that lucky"

Leave it to Chris to always lighten the mood. Just like old times. Jughead won the round and Hiram groaned agitated. Hitting the table with his fist.

" Where is she right now?

" New York, still that baby is the cutest freaking thing you will ever see, she's two."

" What about your baby momma?"

" Oh please, don't even start with that annoying woman, she gets on my freaking nerves, nothing serious between us, I'm just the father of that kid"