Symphony: Is this why Merrick had Diesel cover him at the bar?
Bailey: Finally!
Me: Merrick did some club stuff. And we ended up with some new women in the bunks, so they gave me the room set aside for Merrick. Then, he came in, too. And stayed! And we did it!
I want to keep typing it over and over.
We did it!
We did it!
Jenna: So how are you feeling?
Me: Fantastic? And a little sore.
Symphony: Did you bleed like a stuck pig? I bled like a stuck pig.
Jenna: I didn’t bleed at all.
Bailey: I don’t remember. It was so long ago.
Jenna: Bailey!
Bailey: Okay, yeah, I bled everywhere.
Me: Some, but it wasn’t anything big.
Jenna: And speaking of size…
Bailey: Jenna!
Symphony: Well, if he’s anything like his brother…
Bailey: Symphony!
Symphony: Cough up the info, Bailey. You married a Pickle, too.
Right. I had forgotten that Bailey’s husband was a cousin to Diesel and Merrick. They were all part of the Pickle empire, a deli chain with a million business spinoffs.
Me: I have to run. We will have to catch up. Maybe on campus Monday?
Jenna: Let’s do it!
Bailey: I’m in!
Symphony: Yes, but I want DETAILS.
Me: This will be so fun!
I’m over the moon as I shower and dress in my usual bathroom near the bunkhouse rather than one of the three in the main hallway. I’m not ready to give up my change in situation to the club at large until I have to.
Before I have to make lunch for everyone wandering the club, which is more than usual due to the patrols, I head into the bunks to check on Jami and Crystal.
Jami searches through the closet of clothes. Crystal lies curled up on the bed, but her face is less ashen than last night. Her breakfast plate is on the floor beside her. She took a couple of bites of toast after puking. That’s something.
“Find anything you can use?” I ask.
Jami turns, her faded purple hair falling down the back of the leopard print shirt I dug out last night. “The clothes in here are kind of slutty.”
