Page 86 of The Tape Job
“Yes, but they’re booked up. They gave me some earplugs. Complimentary.”
Vicky winches. “I’m sorry. You’re welcome to come and use my sofa if you can’t find anyone else. I know how crap you’ll feel tomorrow if you don’t sleep.”
She’s not wrong. We’ve got another road game tomorrow and I need to get some sleep.
“Nah, I’ll figure it out. Sorry to bother you, Vic.”
She nods and closes the door, leaving me with a dilemma. I pull my phone out, thinking I’ll drop Danny a text, but my phone has no reception. I pull up the settings and see if they have Wi-Fi; but when I tap to connect, it gives me some shit about being connected but with no internet connection.
I pace the corridor a few more times before returning to Vicky’s door and stopping. Thinking it’s a bad idea, I talk myself out of knocking a couple of times before finally giving in. She swings open the door and holds her arm out before I can finish knocking.
“Get your ass in here.” I dump my bag on the luggage rack and take my cap off. “I’m almost done watching something. It doesn’t have long left.”
Vicky hops back on the bed and pulls her laptop towards her, pressing play once she’s settled in.
“Wait, is your internet working?” I pull my phone out of my pocket in hope.
She hits pause. “No. I downloaded it to watch later.”
“Right.”
She presses play again, and I take a seat on the sofa. I’m not a genius, but it’s clear that it’s only about four and a half feet long. I misjudged the one in my room in desperation, apparently.
Unsure of what to do with myself, I strike up conversation by saying the first thing that pops into my head. “How’s your evening been? Thought anymore about what I did with your panties?”
Vicky taps a button on the keyboard, pausing the playback before she looks at me. Her cheeks are visibly flushed, but she shakes it off. “Just give me like twenty minutes. I just want to watch the end.”
Back on it goes, but I can’t help myself. “What’s got you so invested?”
She taps the keyboard again. “Lee, you can sleep in the hallway if you like. I don’t care. Just give me twenty damn minutes.”
She hits play again, and I shuffle over to the bed and lean in to look.
“Oh. Is this that wedding show? Where they don’t see each other before getting hitched?”
“Yes. Either sit and watch or shut up. This is the most exciting part.”
She leans back against the headboard, her legs stretched out. I kick my shoes off and hop onto the mattress next to her.
“Who’s the guy? He looks like he loves himself a bit too much,” I say.
She taps pause. “So, he’s married to that girl in the green dress, and she’s really into him, but he literally doesn’t give a shit. I feel terrible for her because she’s trying, but he’s only got eyes for the one in red.” She presses play and points at different people on the screen.
“Who’s the one in red married to?”
A further rundown of who’s who followed by Vicky’s opinions on the matter. And before I know it, I’m just as invested.
“So, they’re saying if they want to stay or leave?” I ask.
“Yeah. I can’t believe you’ve never seen this before.”
“I can’t believe you watch this crap.”
“Yeah, well, I like it.”
“I didn’t think you gave a crap about weddings.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
