“Sure.” I stood. “I’m Donny. This is Kay.”
“I’m Matty.” He smiled brightly.
“We have a Matty in our band. He plays guitar.” Kay scrunched his nose and pulled his hair back out of his eyes. “Do you know him?”
This Matty shook his head. “No. I’m a dancer.” He spun around in what looked like a fancy ballet spin and ended with that bending-over-thing ballerinas do. His legs looked a million miles long in those short-shorts, and his T-shirt was tight as well, showing a nicely muscled physique.
“You ballet? That’s cool.”
“Not really. I’m a pole dancer. Watch.” He bent over backwards, putting his hands on the floor before kicking his feet up. He stood on his hands for a minute before walking his legs over and standing. It was all so fluid and graceful. It wasn’t hard to imagine him spinning around a pole for sure.
But what was a pole dancer doing on our floor? I worried about a lapse in security. “Um…the bands are on this floor.”
“I know.” He stuck his tongue out. “My daddy is in a band. Star Fly. He’s here to sign papers with Mr. Jinkee.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” Relieved, I shook the handlebars to get his attention. “You can race Kay. All the way to the end and back again.”
“Thank you.” He performed another ballet move and jumped forward before sitting on the trike.
“I’ll say, ready, set, go. Line up.” I held my arm up in the air while they lined up. Then I yelled the magic words and dropped my arm. They rode fast with Matty squealing and laughing the whole way. The door to Jinx and Miami’s room flew open, and a big, burly man came out of it, followed by all the members of Midnight Hunt.
“What’s going on here?” the big guy boomed as Kay and Matty hit the wall.
“We’re racing, Daddy.” Then Matty was zooming back toward me with Kay right on his tail.
Jinx and Ziggy laughed, while Miami hid his face in his hands. Wolf looked stunned with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open.
Pierce and Bramble Punk’s Matty joined us in the hall but nearly got run over as pole-dancer Matty zoomed by with Kay chasing him.
I jumped up and down. “Matty wins.”
Then Harrison was standing in the hall, but I didn’t see where he came from. “Donavan? What the hell?”
“We’re having some fun. You want to try?” Asking him to join in was no help, but I had to do it anyway. He was a bit too reserved sometimes.
He shook his head. “This is crazy. This is a hotel, not a drag strip. You can’t go racing around and disturbing people. Why should I have to say this to you? And where did you pick up this guy? Three isn’t enough for you?”
The big guy who came out first had walked over and looked Matty over. “He’s with me.”
“Daddy Drake. That was so fun. I was going so fast. Like flying.” He made a motion with his hand like a plane flying and spun around.
“Matty, you don’t want to get your new friends in trouble, do you?” Drake had a smirk on his face as if he was pretty sure Matty was trouble wherever he went. He had zero filter.
“Sorry, Kay. Sorry, Donny. I won’t be so loud.”
Jinx laughed. “We have the entire floor. Relax. They’re not hurting anything or bothering anyone.”
“Speak for yourself.” Pierce crossed his arms over his chest. “They practically ran me over.”
“Yeah, they went fast. Bet you can’t beat them,” I dared.
“Oh yes, I can.” Pierce stormed over and before anyone else could complain, he raced down the hall side-by-side with Kay. Pierce won, but Kay said he’d raced twice already, and then we had several relays with nearly everyone taking a turn on the trikes. It was nice seeing Pierce cut loose for a change, instead of walking around like he had something stuffed up his ass.
“This was fun,” Kay said, leaning against my shoulder as Jinx and Miami raced each other. I suspected Jinx let Miami win.
“It was. I’m glad I sent them.”
“Me too.”
