SULLIVAN
“You wantme to take door duty for a while?” Jenson asks, gesturing to the hallway that leads out from the main bar area of Seasons, where we are, and toward the sidewalk entrance.
“You want to be on the street dressed in that?” Killian smirks.
Jenson scratches at the giant fluffy tummy on his bear outfit with a shrug. “The single moms will dig it, man. This suit’s going to do wonders for my game.”
“If the game involves Molly’s future pre-k friends’ moms, then you aren’t playing,” I grumble.
“She doesn’t even start for another year,” Jenson complains.
“And I’ve had her on the waiting list since she was three months’ old. It’s the best pre-K in the city, and your dick won’t be doing anything that might affect my daughter’s future education. The last thing I need is one of her future friends having an aggrieved mother because you screwed up.”
“Hey, I resent that. I’m a great boyfriend. You could be keeping me from my future wife,” Jenson pipes up.
“Uh-huh... In that case, you can date whichever mother you want.”
“Really?” He raises both brows at me.
“When Molly turns eighteen,” I clip.
Killian and Denver burst into chuckles.
“But yeah, take the door and greet the guests as they arrive. Thanks for offering.” I clap him on the shoulder and give him a wink.
“Dunno why I like you, man,” he mutters before ambling away in slow, wide steps, the round tail of his costume bobbing behind him.
“He drew the short straw, huh?”
“We made sure all Jenson’s straws were short,” Denver rumbles with a smirk.
“He wanted to win really. He was born to play that part. He’ll be loving getting all sweaty in all those pounds of synthetic fur. We did him a solid.” Killian chuckles, holding out his fist for Denver to bump it.
Jenson makes it almost all the way to the doorway before losing his footing in the giant paws of his costume and stacking it spectacularly.
We watch as he rolls over onto his back, but the awkwardness of his costume prevents him from getting back on his feet.
“Someone should help him,” Denver says.
“Someone should,” Killian agrees.
They both snort with laughter as Jenson waves his arms in the air trying to get momentum to swing back onto his feet. Molly runs over to him and throws herself on his belly.
“Bear!” she shrieks in delight, bouncing up and down on him until he’s coughing and laughing at the same time.
“All right, Mol. This bear needs to go and greet your friends. Make sure they know where the best party of the year is at.”
Molly slides off his belly and tugs at his sleeve as herolls onto his knees and manages to climb to his feet by gripping onto the doorframe.
“I’m expecting a giant bonus for this,” he quips, shooting us all a look.
“Maybe the Boss will put a nice little pot of honey in your next paycheck,” Killian says.
“Whatever, man. Just you wait. This bear’s going to be getting a whole different kind of honey.” He ruffles Molly’s hair and plods out.
“You really think women are going to fall for the costume?” Killian asks.
“Jenson will make sure that they do,” Denver replies.
