“Fine,” I concede. “You can dance with the girls because I trust you…but not them. I will be watching them and prepping for battle.”
“I will be right here with the girls knowing I had you just a few hours ago and look forward to the moment I get to have you again.”
I press a kiss to her lips, then a kiss to her forehead. Then make my way back to Christian as I shoot the group of guys a look until I know they see me. They should be smart enough to stay away, or else blood will be spilled.
20
Randy
Coach gave us the morning off, but we are straight back into training this afternoon with a gym session to sweat out the alcohol and sugar. Just thinking about the punishment my body is going to take makes me nauseated and reaching for the tap to refill my glass.
Coach is a powerhouse in the gym, and if we can’t keep up with him, we are in a world of hurt. We had strict instructions to stay hydrated, stop drinking at ten, and I quote, “for fuck’s sake, don’t break anything or get arrested.” I may have missed the staying hydrated part, and my body is not accustomed to the sugar in the cola I had in my scotch. I already know Coach is going to enjoy the gym session this afternoon and weed out the people who drank too much and didn’t follow his instruction.
I had already spoken to Coach about tomorrow’s training session and the bet payout. To say he was less than impressed with the strip show would be an understatement. But I assured him it wouldn’t affect my on-the-field mindset; actually, I told him if anything, it would boost my ego. He mumbled something about that not being possible since my ego maxed out years ago. Regardless, tomorrow is all set.
I turn to take a seat at the kitchen island and see movement in the foyer. After a few moments, Walsh entersthe kitchen. “H-hey, I didn’t see you there,” he stammers in a nervous awkwardness.
I look at him questionably. “Hey,” I reply, sensing his apprehension as he walks to the cupboard to grab a glass. I look back in the foyer to check that no one else is there. “You okay?” I question.
“Yeah, I’m good, you just startled me, that’s all.”
“Did you have a good night? I lost you before midnight.”
He smiles, and without even saying a word I can tell he must have had averygood night.
“That good?” I say before he has a chance to answer me.
“Maybe not as good as Shelby,” he deflects, pouring orange juice into his glass.
I chuckle in response nodding, thinking back to the night and how drunk the four girls were. “She was dancing on the pool table with Dani at one stage; I had to lift them down before they broke something in those heels. Letti slipped down the back stairs; luckily, Travis caught her arm before she actually fell,” I remark.
“Lucky for Travis’s lightning reflexes,” he adds.
“Well, he needs them to dodge the bodychecks while flying across the ice.”
“And to catch his girlfriend, apparently.”
I nod. “Apparently.” Then I reach for the orange juice and pour some into my glass.
“How is Shelby?” he asks.
I smirk. “After she busted in on you in the shower? She went back to bed. I’m not quite sure when she might re-emerge.”
He starts pulling leftover food out of the fridge from yesterday’s barbeque. “And to think I paid you out for getting those octopus shower curtains, but thank Christ you didn’t buy the clear ones. I think she apologized to me about seven times while vomiting and brushing her teeth as I stood there, unableto move in the shower. How’s Seth?” he says, shoving some meat patties into the microwave.
“He drank more then he should have before we left our place, but I know he stopped drinking at ten. Saw him making out with a chick around one, and then saw him leave with two completely different girls an hour later. I haven’t seen him this morning, so I’m not sure how he is, but…and I’m just spitballing here.” I leer. “I think his night was probably pretty great.”
Walsh shakes his head and laughs at the same time our downstairs housemate leads two giggling ladies through the living room. I lean forward, my forearm resting on the cool kitchen island to get a better view. Walsh cranes his head backward as we both watch Seth escort two ladies to the front door, giving them a peck on the cheek and closing the door behind them.
“Hey,” he greets entering into the kitchen a few moments later dressed in black shorts.
“Good night?” Walsh asks him.
“Fucking blurry! Drank far more than I should have. Coach is going to smash me this afternoon,” he mumbles. He drags his feet to the island, grabbing the orange juice and drinking the last of the contents straight out of the carton.
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Some parts must have been memorable!” I wolfishly grin at him.
He places the carton back onto the countertop and wipes his lips with the back of his hand, the corner of his mouth tipping upward. “Oh, don’t worry, some parts are going to be burned into my memory forever.”
