Page 85 of Renegade Ruin

Wednesday

WILLOW: You played like shit today.

BISHOP: You watched the game?

WILLOW: I watch every game.

BISHOP: Well there goes my theory that you watching the game is good luck. It must be fucking you beforehand that is the golden ticket to not playing like shit.

WILLOW: Ah yes, success by pussy.

BISHOP: It’s been working in every other facet of life. Why not baseball?

WILLOW: Fucking as a distraction is not the same as fucking for luck.

BISHOP: And what would the difference be?

WILLOW: Fucking for luck requires a four leaf clover and dirt from the field in which you play.

BISHOP: You’re making that up.

WILLOW: You’ll never know.

BISHOP: You know baseball players are a bunch of superstitious fucks, you can’t go waving around the keys to luck and expect us not to take advantage.

WILLOW: I’m aware.

BISHOP: When do you get home?

WILLOW: Late Sunday.

BISHOP: That gives me four days to find a four leaf clover.

Thursday

BISHOP: What are you wearing?

WILLOW: If I say one of the skirts you love will you drive to Miami and rip it?

BISHOP: Maybe.

WILLOW: Then definitely the skirt.

BISHOP: Is that your way of saying you miss me?

WILLOW: That would imply I have feelings and we aren’t doing that.

BISHOP: Right. No feelings. But if you were to have feelings for just my cock, I think I could allow that.

WILLOW: Then I would say watching you come on my phone last night wasn’t enough to satisfy me.

BISHOP: He misses you too.

WILLOW: How are things going with the team? No distractions needed today?

BISHOP: You owe me a massive distraction when you get back into town.

WILLOW: Really, how have you been doing?

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