He gives me an amused look. “Right.”
Marion appears in the aisle and bats my feet out of the empty seat. He looks at me with a beaming smile. “You see guy?”
“I am.”
“Cool.”
“Are you excited because you want to see a man?”
“Maybe. I am professional athlete. I should try all things. That is rich boy privilege.”
I laugh, partly at his words but also because he’s truly playing up his Greek language barrier right now. It’s always amusing when he goes deep into not being a native English speaker.
“You do that and report back.”
“I will. Where you pick someone up?”
“At a fancy gala but there are easier ways.”
“What ways?”
“Have you ever heard of the Isle of Kala?”
“Yes!” Felton says, sitting back up. “My friends and I stop there for a few days almost every summer.”
Marion looks at me with his eyebrows raised. “What is Isle of Kala?”
“A queer resort. Check it out. It’d be like going to a gay club to find your hookup, but instead you have like eight islands filled with queer folk.”
His eyes go wide, and Felton laughs giddily. I grin because hearing a big man like Felton giggle is not something you can keep a straight face with.
“Huh.” Marion gets to his feet as he pulls out his phone. “I will look. Do I need some kind of gay… proof for entrance?”
“Oh my god,” Denny mutters, laughing.
“Like a gay license?” Felton asks excitedly. “That would be cool.”
Ren gives him a bemused look while I shake my head.
“No,” I answer Marion. “I think as long as you’re not there spreading hate, hypocritical religious doctrine, and bigotry, or trying to overtake the resort for the straights, they don’t really care.”
“I have it on good authority that even the straights that make a visit end up hooking up with men,” Felton says, grinning.
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“You could ask Deryke Schneider,” Felton says, shrugging. “He’d visited Kala for years as a straight man before he stumbled upon Max in his banishment. Now, he’s turned to dick and is never going back.”
“Remember that you’re on a plane with thirty others and not everyone wants to be privy to this conversation,” Coach says.
“They can join in,” Willits says.
“You can join in too, Coach,” I say. He looks at me, and I smirk. I add a wink and watch as he tries like hell not to smile at me. His lips twitch, so I know he wants to. “We’re not leaving anyone out of our conversation if they’d like to join.”
“Thanks, Ukiah.”
“Always trying to be inclusive,” I add, keeping my smile wide.
“Actually, I have a question,” Beethoven Morris says. We shift in our seats to look behind us as Tove pokes his head up. “Is it just a party place? Like a club but on islands? I’m picturing like, Key West or Daytona Beach during spring break.”
