Page 148 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 39
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“No,” I say in disbelief as I pick up what was once my expensive leather tunic. “No, no, no, no,” I add on a groan when I see the fucking leggings have been shredded too.
There’s a bulldog puppy scratching itself right across from me, and I pull back a wet hand, gagging at the drool I didn’t even notice all over my damn ruined outfit.
“Randy!” I shout.
No one else would be this fucking stupid.
“What’s u—oh, whoa.” His eyes go wide as he stumbles into my room, and he holds his hands up. “You said I could get a puppy when we were surrounded by rock legends. That day has come.”
I look at him like he’s lost his damn mind, just before I sneeze. “Damn it, Randy,” I say as I sneeze again, cursing as I shove by him and go to the bathroom.
“That was supposed to be fucking impossible, and I said that like five years ago. I’m allergic to animal hair,” I shout as I sneeze again and again while washing my hands.
“But we were surrounded by rock legends,” he calls through the door. “Just last night.”
“He ate my fucking squire shit, so now what the hell am I supposed to do? I have to be there in four hours, and it’s a fucking three hour drive.”
“I have needle and thread!” Taylor calls.
“Do you fucking know how to use it?” I ask him.
“I can sew a fucking button back on like a champ. But that’s all I got,” he yells back.
Covering my nose and mouth with my shirt, I walk back toward my room, looking at the leather chew toy that fucking dog turned it into.
“Fuck. I can’t wear that. Any holes or tears have to be mended before arrival, and that would take even a master several hours to fix. I don’t even know if it is fixable.”
“Then obviously I can’t help you out,” Taylor says.
“Oh! I know where we can go. I saw an elf costume, and it’s basically the same thing,” Randy says as he runs and grabs his keys before sprinting out the front door.
“It’d better not be a Christmas elf,” I shout.
“There are more elves than Christmas elves?” Taylor asks as he comes around the corner.
I run a hand through my hair, drinking the coffee as I step over the mess of cords lying all over our living room on my way to the table where I left the rulebook. I sit down to do one quick re-read on some of the trickier things about this particular cosplay session.
I barely finish reading the last two pages when three sneezes hit me so hard and fast that I drop the book and…the dog barks right next to me.
“Taylor!”
He runs in and snatches up the puppy, laughing under his breath as he goes to shut it up in Randy’s room.
“I said, ‘I’m going for a run, Taylor. No one goes in my room.’ I come back, and a dog has eaten the outfit I spent a lot of money on so that I didn’t have to look like an idiot. Now Randy is off to buy me a fucking elf costume.”
The dick actually struggles to keep a straight face.
“This isn’t funny. It’s an invitation-only sort of event designed mostly for the hardcore loyal fans, or the future prospects Harley likes to wow before she recruits them. It’s a big deal that she did this favor for me, especially since it could piss Britt off.”
“Britt doesn’t get pissed,” he says like he knows her so well.
“Well, Harley does, and I’m going to embarrass the shit out of her, and she’s going to kick me out.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Randy’s going to try to make this right,” he says, not sounding one bit convincing.
