Page 43 of What Are The Odds?
“I'm, ugh, leaving,” I said, standing. “You two have fun.”
“Hughesy, wait.”
Levi hurriedly got to his feet, lifting the girl off his lap, and setting her on the ground. When she stumbled slightly, both Levi and I reached for her. She wasn’t far from tipping into the fire. Levi looked at me.
“Can we talk?”
I didn’t get him. He’d avoided me all night and wanted to talk now there was a girl hanging off him. Literally.
“It’s fine, Holloway.”
When my eyes returned to the girl who was now rubbing her pushed up tits against his arm, he brushed her off and gestured his hand between them.
“This was never happening.”
“It wasn’t?” I clarified.
“It wasn’t?” she pouted.
I grimaced. I could smell the sweet drinks on her breath from here.
Levi shook his head. “No. Misunderstanding. Will sent her because–”
The girl tripped forward. I reached out, catching her in my arms. And then she vomited all over me.
23. Darn dirty time
Levi.
Grace was frozen in time, her jaw slack and her hands suspended in front of her as vomit trickled onto the ground.
“Really?” she groaned, screwing up her face.
Darn dirty timeclamped her hand over her mouth. It looked like she was ready to go round two.
“Hilly,” I shouted, signalling for one of the freshmen.
He ran over, his cheeks rosy from an alcoholic-buzz.
“Look after this girl, will you? She’s drunk.”
“You got it, Captain.”
It was handy being able to make orders even off the ice. I was going to miss that benefit next year. The girl was too drunk to leave alone. But Grace was also in need of help. I couldn’t be in two places at once. And if given the option, it would definitely be to help Grace rather than look afterdarn dirty timefor a second longer.
“I think that’s my cue to call it a night,” Grace ground out, turning to leave.
I reached for her arm, hoping it wasn’t one of the parts of her currently covered in regurgitated passionfruit daiquiri.
“Clean up here.”
Grace momentarily held my gaze, clearly not thrilled by the idea. Maybe I’d already fucked things up by sulking like a little kid. Or maybe she was blaming me for this. I guess it was partly my fault. But I’d let Will take the heat. He should’ve read between the lines. I did not want that chick to come over.
“Come on, Hughesy. You don’t want to drive home like that.”
Grace looked herself up and down before nodding numbly.
“Let’s start by getting rid of this monstrosity of a jacket,” I said.
