I stop mid ironing motion to shoot him a challenging stare.
“Alright, yeah, you would, but maybe don’t?”
Laughter leaves me as I resume running the object smoothly over the gold “Live Long and Prosper” finger patch I grabbed at one of the booths during our post brunch, sibling shopping spree.
“Or maybe youwon’tbe able to because you’ll have to be in all black since you’ll be in the choreographer’s section of the arena,” suggests my twin at the same time he smushes on the gem.
“Doubt it.” Parking the iron to the far side of the coffee table precedes me grabbing pink tassels to glue onto the pocket. “Still haven’t heard back from Highland.”
“What about elsewhere?”
“There’s a college gig in Vlasta that wants me.”
“You don’t like snow.”
“And a private dance academy in Dalvegan.”
“Texas is too hot.”
“And an offer to choregraph a musical in Doctenn.”
“That’s a whole other country!”
“What’s with the editorializing?” Small snickers escape as I glue on the material. “You trying to prove to me you remembersomethingfrom high school geography?”
“I remember Spain having an asinine amount of great ball players.”
“They do.” My head bobs back and forth. “But most of them suck in bed.”
Unhappiness has him skeptically leaning closer to me. “Which. Ones?”
“Which ones sucked in bed or which ones did I sleep with?”
“Both.”
“Nope.” With the finishing touch now on my denim vest for “Klingon Karaoke”, I lock eyes with him. “You’re not gonna hunt down the dudes that broke your ‘no one in my league bangs my sister’ policy.”
“But-”
“Besides since they wereoutof country, so technically a different league, meaning you have no grounds for beatdowns.”
Jer flings himself backwards on a pout.
Thankfully, he’s notoverlyprotective, just protective enough.
It’s one of the reasons why Wheeler only makes a real play to get back together with me when he’s not around.
“You uh…” he extends his arms outward to rest on the edge of the furniture, “actuallyconsideringany of those offers?”
I stand to unplug the iron yet pause the action long enough to reply, “Not until the Hellcats fill the position I want with someone else.”
“That’s my twin,” chuckles my brother.
“Could mine go change?” Resuming the short trip over to the wall occurs. “I don’t wanna be so far down the list that I don’t get to perform until like midnight or some shit.”
“Want me to just meet you down there?”
“And risk the chance of you skipping out all together to sleep with Nichelle or Pammy or Gia-”
