“There’s that famous Cap expression,” Lummy unexpectedly states in tandem with snapping a photo. “Oh! And the listening to our fearless leader one.” She clicks another – this shot aimed at Peck. “Thesemake the best promo shots for rookies and potential draft candidates.”
“I just got this part time gig to start assisting with event photography for a local catering company, but eventually, I’m thinking I wanna move onto people,” announces Neena, frame moving closer to Lummy’s. “Mind if I shadow you for a bit?”
Lummy happily shrugs. “Of course not.”
Pecks expression instantly shifts to one of disapproval, “Wings-”
“I’ll be fine, Papi.”
“But-”
“No.”
“But-”
“No.”
“And earlier-”
“Coño,” she bitterly bites prior to pulling away her grip, wiping her hands against one another, and throwing them up in a frustrated fashion. “Ta bien, listo, Papi.” Her palms plant themselves firmly on her string bikini covered hips. “Entiendes?”
His frame melts in obvious dejection, convincing Cap to shove him backwards into the pool. “There.” The giant splash gets Neena giggling and Lummy clicking. “He understands now.”
“Gracias, Cap.”
“Da,” he grunts on an amused shrug. “Just doing my job.” Peck pops back up above water prompting our fearless leader to point a stern finger at him. “Ostyvat'.”
“Come on, Cap,” the center grumble chortles, “you know I’m bad at Russian.”
“He’sbarelypassable in Spanish, and we’ve been together forever,” Neena sassily interjects.
“It means ‘cool down’, Pecks,” I inform during my guiding of Gilly away from the group.
“You speak Russian?” she excitedly inquires, our casual stroll filled with additional finger waves to other players and their family members.
“Understand,” bashfully leaves me. “And only a little bit.”
“What about Spanish?”
“More than Russian.”
“Czech?”
Her acknowledgement of what Matty was speaking receives a quirked eyebrow. “How’d you know that was Czech?”
“I know the boys too,” she saucily winks, “remember?”
Right.
Guess I should be thanking the Lord most of them don’t knowher.
Otherwise?
Cap probably would’ve pushed me in and held my head under.
Wild thing is…I have this unfortunate feelin’ that that’s still a real possibility.
“Do you know how to Hula?” I easily segue with an excited smirk.
