“I’m insane for you,” he said.
“Ask him.”
I nod. “I will. I’ll ask him.”
“Call Dan when he gets here.”
I’m biting my lip to keep myself from laughing. This entire thing is so comical. I don’t know why, but I start to giggle.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Nerves.” I wave my hand in front of my face to get myself under control. “You’re sort of intimidating, Bull.”
He smirks. “Yeah.” Then grunts, “Ask him.”
“I’ll ask him.”
“Good.” Bull turns and walks away, and that’s that.
I fold up the tee and shove it into my small purse. Half of it is poking out, but I’ll make sure it gets home safely. The truth is, I’m excited to send it to him. Maybe I’ll throw in a few other things—you know–, make him a care package. Not to mention how cool it’d be to see a picture of him in an ISU tee.
We stay at the party for another hour after that. By then, almost half of the rugby guys are stripped down to their underwear; the rest were naked. I don’t know why, and it’s strange. And it isn’t like they’re trying to be sexy or anything. Nobody is trying to rub their you-know-what on any of us; they’re just hanging out naked.
Maybe it’s a rugby thing. I should ask Cooke. Yeah, I know I said earlier that I didn’t like to be the one to make first contact, but this is important. It’s for science.
Me: Is it normal for rugby players to hang out naked all the time?
Not quite a second later, he responds.
Cooke:What the bloody hell are you talking about, Quinn?
I giggle at his response.
Me:I went to a rugby party, and by the end of the night, a bunch of them were naked. Is that a rugby thing or an Iowa State rugby thing?
Cooke:Bloody hell, woman. Stay the feck away from ruggers. Dirty wank stains, the lot of ’em.
Wank stains?I don’t know what it means, but it makes me giggle anyway.
Me:So it’s not just the ISU team?
Cooke: You’re giving me a coronary. Did any of them touch you, love? I’ll fecking kill them with me bare hands.
Me:They’d like that. They want you to visit.
Cooke: Jesus, Mary n Joseph.
Me:LOL. I’m sending you a shirt from them. They wanted you to wear it when you come to visit.
Cooke:Please, love. No more interactions with the rugby team. Promise me.
Me:But you’re on a rugby team.
Cooke: I’m 7000 km away.
Me:Sadly, I know.
Cooke: Sadly?
