I grinned looking up from the table to see Deacon standing, arms folded, glaring at me.
“Just got in. I was gonna’ call. I need a place to crash. Especially since I can’t stay with these two. I’ll be damned if I listen to them screwing all night.” I snorted at the image.
“You might learn a thing or two,” Pit said.
Skittles sucked her teeth. “Move. I’m going to go grab a round of beers for the table. And a seltzer water for this guy since he’s training.”
I watched as Skittles rose from her seat to get our drinks, and Deacon took a seat next to me.
“Are you training for that Rodriguez fight?” Deacon asked.
I nodded. “Hmhm.”
“How’s the new trainer holding up?” Pit asked.
“I saw the last press conference you did. That chick is fucking hot. I guess that rule of never working with a woman went straight out your ass when you saw her?”
My hands tightened into fists and my stomach muscles clenched. I hated the comments about Syd. I came back to Vander City to get away from her and anything that reminded me of her. Now, my closest friends were all up in my shit about her.
“She’s fine. Training’s fine. It’s all fucking fine,” I mumbled.
Skittles arrived back at the table with three beers and the water, but I quickly snatched one of the beers, taking it to the head. When I lowered the now half-filled bottle to the table, three pairs of eyes stared back at me.
“What?”
“Since when do you drink while training?” Deacon asked.
I whistled and shook my head. That’s what I get for coming back to the crew who knows me so well. They can read me like a damn book sometimes.
“I’m trying something new.” Hell, beer is plant-based so it’s not like I’m breaking my commitment. Again, my stomach clenched. Thinking of training or anything regarding training brought back thoughts of Syd.
“Aw shit.”
I groaned and looked up at Pit.
“Fucking knew it. Saw it that day in the gym. Pay up,” he said with his hands out to both Skittles and Deacon.
I narrowed my eyes when both Deacon and Skittles pulled out cash, placing it in Pit’s hand.
“What the fuck is that?”
Pit gave me a cocky look. “After my trip to Cali, I told them about your new trainer. I bet them five big faces at some point you’d drag your ass back here looking all sorry and twisted over that one. Should’ve made it two stacks.” He shook his head, looking remorseful.
“Glad to see you have no problem profiting off of my pain.”
“Ha, then you admit it. Your panties are all twisted over some chick,” Skittles said, narrowing her eyes at me, looking just as pleased as Pit to rub my damn face in the shit.
“I’m not admitting shit to you jackholes. Where’s Tak?” I glanced over at Deacon, asking about our fifth wheel.
“Probably at the skating rink or wherever the kids hang out nowadays,” Deacon joked.
“He now owes me five hundred from that bet too,” Pit said.
“Assholes,” I grumbled.
“You say that like it’s an insult,” Deacon responded, patting his chest over the tattoo we all had.
“Some would say it is,” I said.
