Page 110 of Two Guys One Puck
“Before our game tomorrow? Not even Grumpy is that stupid. Men are like picking up mushrooms in the forest when they are thinking with their dick. Christ.” His words are crackly and I can barely hear him.
“What?” I’m not sure I heard him right. “I’m only getting every other word.”
“It’s a saying from my village. It’s like they are very good at picking up shit in the forest. Like they are dumb.”
I laugh. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how much we’ll really get to talk.”
“Are you going to bed early?” he asks.
“Not like this.”
He says something else I can’t make out.
“This beat is making the entire house vibrate.”
“What?” Ktytor asks.
“It’s really loud.” I shout like that will help.
“Did you hear me?”
“No? What did you say?” I ask.
He says something else, but between the music and his accent, I cannot get it.
“I will call you later. Yes?”
“Please.”
He hangs up. One more day. I only have to wait until tomorrow to see him. I go downstairs because, at least there, I’ll be distracted.
I immediately regret it.
“Don’t you want to see my pussy?”
“I saw it at a party last week, and once was enough,” Archangel says.
“I wasn’t talking to—wait. What?” she gasps when she realizes what he said. “How?”
“You were showing everyone how you could bend over in that really short skirt last week, and you weren’t wearing underwear,” Wolfe answers.
“That’s not the same thing,” she snaps.
“It kinda is,” Archangel replies.
“I wasn’t asking you. Do you want to see it again?” she asks Wolfe.
“Tempting, but I think I’ll pass.” He flashes her his charming goalie smile. “But Seaborn over here is free.”
I give him a ‘what the fuck’ look, and suddenly, she’s climbing into my lap.
“You know my sorority sisters and I have a bingo game this year, and none of us have been able to score you.” She puts her hands on her hips like it’s my fault she can’t win sex bingo.
“Is that really a thing?”
“Obviously. Why do you think we come to all your parties?” she says with attitude.
“I have a big game tomorrow.” I lift my hands, wanting to get up, but I freeze because if I dump her off my lap and she hurts herself, I don’t want to be accused of like shoving her or something.
