Really?
Everyone should have gotten a slice or two of cake. It should have been a pretty decent day. None of the guys in the shop had even come to my room to complain about anything either.
And Jason had barely annoyed me. Considering I was dreading going to an empty house, it had still been an okay day. We had made it through lunch without an issue. The rest of the day should have been free of issues too.
I made my way down the hall toward the main part of the building and found all of my coworkers there, busy, but two of them had stopped and were looking up, like they could see through the ceiling and into the office over our heads.
I stopped there with my bag over my shoulder and looked in the same direction.
“You gonna go do something about it?” Miguel, one of the ones looking up, asked.
I glanced at him. “Why me?”
He scoffed. “I’m not their favorite.”
I blinked again, ignoring the way Owen, the other guy who had been looking up, snickered.
“I don’t have your magic touch,” Miguel added.
“I don’t have a magic touch.”
He looked at Owen, and they both nodded and agreed at the same time, “Yeah, you do.”
“I need to go. I have a doctor’s appointment in—” I glanced at my watch. “—thirty minutes.”
The yelling got louder for a brief moment, making us all focus up at the open staircase and the landing that fed off from it.
“Do something, Luna,” Owen said. “It’s Rogelio’s last day. I don’t want today to be my last day. Miguel doesn’t want it to be his last day. Nobody else but Rogelio wants it to be their last day, either. You know how they get.”
I wanted to argue, I really did, but I knew when to pick my fights, and in this case, this wasn’t one I had any chance of winning. I already knew none of them were going to go upstairs and say anything.
“Chicken shits,” I groaned and couldn’t help but smile when they laughed.
I shouldered off my bag and dropped it on the floor by my feet. “You guys owe me,” I mumbled under my breath as I ignored my coworkers and headed up the stairs, shaking my head.
“I’ll buy you a Sprite tonight!” Owen shouted up.
“What’s going on tonight?” I stopped and called down to him.
“We’re getting together at Mickey’s. I told Jason to tell you hours ago,” my coworker claimed.
That freaking fart face. Man, he sucked.
Shoving that aside, it kind of answered my predicament for being home tonight, so I gave him a thumbs-up. “I’ll see you there then,” I told him before continuing up the staircase, listening.
The voices stopped for a second, yet still managing to be a loud, muffled buzz of anger, but right as I got to the top of the stairs, it started up again, less of an unidentified mumble and more individual words laced together.
“—so goddamn disrespectful!”
“I’m fucking disrespectful? Are you fucking with me?”
“No, I’m not fucking with you, Ripley! You hurt Lydia’s feelings! We went because she told me I should go.”
Ooh. I winced at that. I thought it had been long enough that they wouldn’t bring up Rip walking out on them during his birthday celebration. I was wrong. I took one step forward and then another. Still listening.
“I don’t give a fuck why you went or why you took her with you!”
“Because she’s my wife, and she has been for almost twenty-three years!”my favorite boss shouted back.
