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Finally, I get the ball to roll in the bucket and race back. The jock quickly unties me, and his girlfriend ties the banana to him so he can start swinging at the next ball.
“That was hilarious.”
Dan is smiling at me again and I start to think this whole thing might work out. It was a good idea to come here. I can get him alone, make out, have a good time, and not think about Jack.
Except I just thought of him.
I won’t think of him again after this.
While my teammates kick ass, Beast appears next to me with another unopened can of Delirium and I don’t have a chance to tell him thank you because Dan grabs me up in a hug.
We won third place.
With the end of the game, partygoers disperse. Some move into the house. The music kicks up, a temporary reprieve while the next round of games is being prepared for the new upcoming group.
“Want another drink?” Dan asks me.
“Sure.” I already have one but... I down it quickly and follow Dan back into the house.
Once again, he doesn’t ask what I want, but maybe that’s because it’s too loud to really talk, with the music blasting and all. We sip at some keg beer and glance around the party and strain builds between us like a wall. Which makes me drink even faster. The nerves start to dull as the inebriation sets in and then...
“Want to go somewhere we can talk?” he yells in my ear over the music.
I nod.
Then my suitor takes my hand and leads me around the side of the house, and out of view.
He kisses me. It’s terrible.
I’m about to introduce my erstwhile suitor to a sprained ankle, but first I give him a chance. “Back. Up.”
And then to my great astonishment, before I can ninja kick him into submission, he does back up. Rather rapidly.
“Let me go!” he yells.
Wait, isn’t that my line?
It isn’t the power of my voice that compels him. He’s being forced.
A giant figure looms in the darkness, bigger than The Hulk, holding Slobber Man by the back of the neck like he’s a recalcitrant puppy.
“Beast?”
Chapter Three
Every woman needsa little madness in her life.
–Cyrano de Bergerac
Beast holds Slobber Man up by the scruff of his neck. The poor puppy is not enjoying the manhandling.
“What are you doing?” Slobber Man’s arms pinwheel, but they are about half the length of Beast’s reach and he fails to make purchase. “Put me down!”
Beast stalks over to where the fence opens to the front yard. Swinging open the gate, he chucks Slobber Man onto the lawn. He shuts the gate, locking it with unhurried patience.
Slobber man shrieks from the front yard, “I’m never coming back here.”
“Good!” I call back.
