Mag chuckled and moved to the fridge.
“What are youdoin’ here anyway?”Mo asked his roommate.“Aren’t you on mission?”
“Nope, it’s done.Finished the debrief and now I’mgonnashotgun a beer then haul my ass to Coors Field for aday game.Meeting Boone there,” Mag stated, tagging a beer from the fridge andturning to them.“You guyswannacome?”
Hell no.
“Mo has to pay his bills online and then I have to do a deepdive into his psyche as to why he put up with women like Tammy before he met meand after that we’regonnahave a fuck-a-thon.Idon’t think we can fit it in our schedule.But thanks,” Lottie answered forthem.
Mag held his beer in hand and stared at her through allthis.
Then he shot a shit-eating grin at Mo and announced, “Ifucking hate you.You got the only good one left.”
He might be right about that.
And Mo was down for the fuck-a-thon.
The rest?
“You want Lottie doing a deep dive in your psyche?”Moasked.
“If I didn’t think you’d pull my balls out through mythroat, I’d share I would give it up about Nikki if I got all the rest.”
“Nikki?”Lottie asked.
“You shouldn’t have gone there, brother,” Mo muttered.
Mag looked to Lottie.“How’s this?You don’t treat him likea piece of shit,” he tilted his head to Mo, “I’ll bust out my good Scotch anddrown my sorrows while crying on your shoulder and laying my broken heart atyour feet.You do end up treating him like shit, Axl, Aug, Boone and me willbuild an effigy of you and burn it, like we did Tammy, because apparently thatworks.”
“I’ll take that deal,” Lottie immediately replied.
“Well, all right,” Mag said quietly, eyeing Mo’s woman upnow with open approval.
They shared a moment of solidarity and Mo let them do thatbefore he reminded his friend, “Weren’t yougonnashotgun that beer and then get the fuckouttahere?”
“Right, I have plans.”
He then took out his army knife, set the beer on its side onthe counter, slipped out the blade, shoved it in the bottom side of the can andput the hole to his mouth before pulling the cap, downing the brew like he waseighteen years old and standing in the living room of a frat house.
Mag gave out a big, “Ah,” when he was done, crunched the canand tossed it in the recycling before he strolled to his bedroom, saying, “Ifyou’re behind closed doors, I’ll lock up when I go out and catch you two on theflipside.”
And then he shut his door behind him.
Mo looked from Mag’s door to Lottie.
“Nikki?”she asked.
He knew she wouldn’t let that go.
“I’ll explain later.”
“Scale of one to ten with Tammy being a five, what’s mychallenge?”she asked.
“Eighty-two.He was gone for her.Lost.Couldn’t find hisown ass if she was in the same room.And she was for him too, if he’d give uphis job and go work at a bank or something.”
“Oh boy,” she muttered.
“Yeah,” Mo agreed.
