"Yes, sir," I told him while I jumped as high as possible. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and hoisted me up a little more while I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Let's go, my chariot. I've cleaned up enough shit for the day."
He laughed and slapped me high on my thigh before beginning our walk down the path. We were both quiet for all of a minute or two before Sacha turned his head a little so that his cheek was right next to mine. "I like the way you smell. What is that, oranges?"
"Yes. I took a shower this morning," I reminded him while trying not to be shameless and inch my face closer to his.
"Was today your once-a-week shower?" he deadpanned.
I sighed. "Twice this week, Sassy. Consider yourself lucky."
Sacha stopped walking. "Should I call Guinness? Tell them about your new record?"
I let go with one hand and bopped him on the nose. "Jackass."
"He doesn't know," I told him.
Sacha made a face. "He knows."
I couldn't help but snort as we looked at my brother flopping around the floor like an a little kid on too much candy, talking to Gordo about who knows what. We'd been sitting behind my merch table for about half an hour counting T-shirts and talking about the worst injuries we’d ever had after I had shown him the huge bruise below my kneecap from the night before. The fact that Carter was sitting behind TCC’s table, doing the same thing by himself, wasn’t lost on me, but I promised myself I’d help him out later once my assistant was gone.
"He knows he has blood, but he doesn't know what type," I clarified. “If he ever ended up needing a blood transfusion and he couldn’t call my mom, my sister or me, he’d end up dying when they gave him a different type.”
"Nah, he knows. He has to."
Eli threw a drumstick in the air, and then tried to catch it by pulling the waistband of his pants out to catch it… with his ass crack. "No way."
Sacha and I turned to look at each other and we each made a weird face.
"I bet you twenty bucks he can’t even name the different types,” I told him with a snort while watching my brother try his trick again.
He slapped my back gently and nodded. "Deal." Sacha brushed off his
pants, winked at me and yelled across the venue, "Eli!"
Eliza turned to look at him before extending his arms out of his sides. "What's up?"
"Help me win twenty bucks—”
I hit his arm. “You damn cheater.” Of course Eli would put in some effort to try and remember if he thought I’d lose money.
“—I can’t remember what blood types there are. Do you know?”
My brother frowned. "Blood types?”
I snickered and smacked Sacha in the side with the back of my hand.
"Yeah. There’s OB, right? What else?”
OB? What the hell? On the other hand, a wrong suggestion was fair enough, it wasn’t exactly cheating.
Eli coughed. "Uh, A? Positive? Buhhummum…”
"What was that?" I asked him, trying my best to hold back a laugh.
"A minus, aaaahhummmhhhmmhmm," he garbled again, saying the something really loudly and then trailing off in volume as soon as he kept making noises. I couldn't help but laugh, which only made Eli frown again before shooting me the finger. "I don’t know! What do I look like? Some kind of blood professional?”
Blood professional? I slapped a hand over my mouth and ducked down so he wouldn’t see me laughing at his stupidity.
"What did I tell you? He’s so smart when he wants to be, but when he doesn’t…" I told my gray-eyed friend through my giggling. "If you ask him what day our Mom's birthday is, he'll tell you April thirty-first."
