"Think we can do another winning streak?" Sully asks.
“Hell yeah, we can,” Evan adds.
"We keep it up, we're making it to the finals," Fish states.
"Don't jinx it," Pierre warns.
"I'm not jinxing it. I'm manifesting," he says.
"That's not a thing," Evan tells him.
"It's totally a thing. Just ask Nelly. Goalies visualize everything.”
“It is true,” Nelly adds.
I tune them out and check my phone under the table, hoping she has sent me a picture. No new messages. She's probably in a dressing room somewhere, trying on dresses, having fun with the girls.
"Earth to Cap," Sully says.
I look up. "What?"
"I asked what you’re wearing to the Christmas party."
"Navy suit, red tie,” I answer.
“You’ve already chosen?” Evan asks.
“It’s like the only suit he owns.” Sully laughs. He’s not wrong.
Then the boys start talking about fashion. They tease each other about their game-day fashion looks, and how social media declares Evan the best dressed, even though I know they are jealous. The Russian has swagger.
"That's because I actually give a shit about what I wear," Evan says with his thick Russian accent. "You all dress like you shop at garage sales."
"Hey!" Fish protests. "I'll have you know this flannel is vintage."
"Vintage means old and ugly," Bouch says.
"It means classic," Fish bites back.
"It means you need a woman to take you shopping," Pierre adds.
Fish grins. "I know plenty of women who would gladly take me shopping. You ever fucked in a change room before?”
The table groans at Fish’s question. “What, come on, don’t tell me you’re all vanilla.”
“None of your fucking business,” Pierre tells him.
“Fine. I haven’t, but it’s given me an idea.”
We all groan.
"What about you, Felix?" Nelly asks, changing the subject. "What are you wearing to the party?"
"Whatever Harper tells me to wear."
"Smart man," Sully says.
“The only person I’m trying to impress is her,” Felix adds.
