“Sure, I’ve seen them all though.”
“Oh, I have too.”
“I could watch Guardians of the Galaxy again.”
“Not my type of eye candy, but it was a funny movie.”
“Are you a Thor or Captain America girl?”
“Why just those two? I love them all.”
Tiger laughs.
“Okay, we have to watch on our laptops. I’ll send you the link.”
I sit in the den with my last beer and a bowl of veggie chips and my laptop.
We’re about twenty minutes into the movie when my phone rings.
It’s Rush.
“Can we pause this, Tiger?”
“Sure.”
“I’ve got to take a call.”
“No problem, I’ll go take a piss.”
I mute the laptop just in case and pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
“So you’re on Instagram now?”
I have the most incredibly bad luck.
“Yes.”
“And you’re taking videos of my fish and posting them on Tiger’s Instagram?”
“That’s not exactly how it works, but yes, and how do you even know that? I thought you didn’t do social media.”
“I’m trying to wrap my head around what would make you ever think that it was a good idea to post my fish to his gram? Like what planet are you living on, Mia?”
“Don’t talk to me like that.”
“Like you’re over there losing your mind?”
“Like I’m some idiot, you always have to talk off the ledge, protect or save.”
“Am I speaking Greek? Leave that fucker alone. I don’t want you talking to him, doing social media with him, nothing with him.”
“He and I are friends just like you and Miranda, I suppose. I saw you two yucking it up on the field once or twice. Same with me and Tiger. The difference is I have never slept with him.”
“Mia,” Tiger’s voice comes out of my laptop speakers. “You don’t have me on mute.”
This night just gets worse and worse.
