Page 22 of Fox and Nitro
“Huh, it does kinda look like Jesus is winking at me,” Nitro says, head tilted to the side, not at all bothered by the elderly man twerking his naked ass in front of us.
The door slams open, bouncing off the wall, all our heads snapping toward it.
“What the fuuu-” Hitchens stands there momentarily stunned.
His eyes take in me and Nitro in our uniforms before moving toward Pops, standing on the bench, naked from the waist down, frozen mid twerk.
“You!”
“You!” Pops growls back at him.
Hitchens recovers fast, shaking his head once before pulling his cuffs, “Sidney Tombs there is a warrant out for your arrest. I’m taking you in.”
“I’m already in, you blind dipshit!” Pops taunts before his eyes go wide, snapping to me, “Shit! Call the girls! Not any of my grandsons, they’ll give me a lecture. Get the girl gang down here, they know what to do.”
“Why the fuck does he have a warrant?” Nitro growls, moving closer to Pops.
“Take your fucking pick, I have a complaint sheet as long as my arm,” Hitchens replies, grabbing and slapping the cuffs on Pops, not even bothering to let him cover himself.
Nitro holds Pops’ sweatpants out for him, but Pops shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about it son, let ole Hitchens here deal with my naked ass. It’ll give him something to aspire to.” He turns slightly. “That’s right, I’ve seen you at the gym working out. You couldn’t squat for a dick if gravity took a day off,” he spits over his shoulder.
I roll my lips between my teeth trying to cover my snort as Nitro turns his body to face the corner, shoulders shaking.
“Give him hell, Pops!” Mad Dog calls, a grin on his face before it slowly slips. “Shit. Who wants to call the girl gang?”
Fuck. Things are about to get a lot more chaotic in here.
Jasmine
“You feeling any better?” Vi asks me, juggling Juno in her lap.
“Yep. Moss relieved me of aunt duties last night and I got to spend the evening rotting. Then a sleep in today as school is closed, well, obviously,” I say, waving toward Elio and the other Big Littles in a booth on the other side of the diner.
It’s not often school closes, but we all got a pleasant, or unpleasant if you’re the janitor, surprise today. All the plumbing is backed up and given the special needs we cater for at school, not only physical needs but also high health needs, school was closed. And I took that to mean more time to laze in bed before meeting the girl gang for brunch.
“Have you not been feeling well?” Lovely asks, her big doe eyes full of concern.
“I would hazard a guess you’re running yourself down. Have you thought about maximizing your down time and using it for stress release and relaxation?” Chewy asks without looking in my direction.
“Ah, yeah I’ve tried it a couple of times,” I mumble while Vi snorts at my answer.
“I would imagine that’s a lie. You’re a teacher so you’ll be busy and underpaid and undervalued. I would think that is somewhat stressful,” Chewy adds, handing her daughter Laney a piece of muffin. “Have you thought about going to one of those smash rooms?”
I stare at the top of Chewy’s head as she’s bent helping her daughter. I have no idea what she is talking about. Whatever it is is completely different to the advice I thought she was going to give me. I had braced myself for meditation, yoga or even the spiel about gut health and my diet. Instead Chewy offers something very Chewy.
“Huh?”
Ana grins, “Oohhh those are fun! We should organize a girl gang visit!”
All the women start nodding, and it’s Remy that takes in my blank stare, “Chewy is talking about those places where you pay to go into a room with a hammer or a baseball bat and just hit things.”
My brows pull in. “You just…hit things?”
“Yup,” Nat answers. “Glass bottles, old TV’s, framed pictures of ex boyfriends, that sort of thing.”
“It’s really perfect for stress relief. And if all else fails I guess you could go in one of those floaty tank things,” Kaia shrugs.
