Page 5 of Pitbull
Pitbull grinned. “Well, allow me.”
“Oh boy.”
“What?” Pitbull asked, closing the laptop.
“When you grin, someone is about to get screwed.”
Pitbull crinkled his nose and made his way into the room Mozart was using. He sat on the side of the bed, sucked a finger wet then stuck it into Mozart ear.
“Ugh!” Mozart exclaimed. “Damn it, Tex!”
Tex’s boisterous laughter from the door drew Mozart into sitting position as he rubbed his ear.
“I didn’t do anythin’.” Tex laughed harder.
“Pit? Jesus! What are you? Six?” Mozart asked but mirth stole at his lips even as he reached over to punch Pitbull’s large arm.
“It woke you up, didn’t it?” Pitbull asked. “Now, come on. Get up. We have to go get fuel.”
Mozart groaned. “You’re worse than Cookie. Can you please leave? I’m kinda naked under here.”
“Um…you’re kidding.” Pitbull glanced over at Tex. “He’s kidding, right?”
“You wanna chance it?” Tex asked, already backing up. “Then again therapy is covered under GSG 9’s benefit package. So…”
Groaning, Pitbull rose and exited the room, pulling the door up behind him.
While he waited for Mozart to officially wake up, he showered and changed. After taking a final look at himself in the mirror, Pitbul met Tex back in the living room. Tex was on the phone but blew Melody air kisses and hung up the moment he made an appearance.
“You miss her, don’t you?” Pitbull asked, falling into the sofa beside his friend.
“Yeah. Of course.”
“I don’t know what that’s like,” Pitbull said. “Sometimes I think it’s a blessing I don’t—other times, well, not so much.”
“It’s always good to have someone in your corner—other than the guys, you know? With Mel, I know she loves me beyond reason and I have to admit the feelings are a million times mutual.”
Pitbull said nothing. He mused over his friend’s answer for a moment, but their conversation had to end. Mozart made his way out of the room and the three left the rented condo and headed down amongst people.
The air was slightly nippy. Pitbull guessed it was side effects from the night. The three chatted as they did the short walk from the condo, along Blue Jays Way and emerged onto King Street. They all stopped at the light to look around. Pitbull arched a brow in wonder at how busy the street had already become.
Once they crossed, they entered a restaurant that touted something about all day breakfast and was quickly seated in a corner booth. With their coffee order placed, the waitress left them to it and Pitbull picked up the menu.
“Breakfast poutine.” He read out loud. “I don’t care how much they dress it up. Having potato covered in cheese then drowned in gravy for breakfast would sit on my chest all day.”
“I know, right?” Mozart asked. “Way too much, especially when we aren’t working out.”
Pitbull turned his attention out the glass window to watch people walk by. His musing was only interrupted by the waitress returning with their coffee, taking their orders and leaving once more.
“So, how is Crash settling in?” Mozart wanted to know.
“He’s doing well. Barbie is helping him out.” Pitbull said around sips from his mug. “I thought for sure he’d be in over his head but those little girls keep him on his toes.”
“Kids are awesome, aren’t they?” Tex drawled. “So, what’s he going to do now?”
“We had a talk with our boss and he’s agreed to test Crash. Right now he’s going through a series of training—the worse that could happen is they enlist him as a consultant. They’re trying not to lose him to the fire department.”
“Training? Like what? He’s weapon’s certified, isn’t he, Tex?” Mozart glanced over to the computer whizz.
