“How. Dare. You.”
“AndI don’twantyou to be right.” She jabs her pointed, pissed off finger closer to my face than I care for. “Tell me, he’swrong, tendy.” The digit creeps higher. “Tell me, Blanc knows that you’re wheeling his little sister and is fucking fine with it.”
My mouth cracks open to answer yet somehow opts to investigate instead. “How do you know she’s his sister?”
“More jokes?!” Hot Rocket shrieks at the same time she flings her hands into the air. “I’m sorry, is this the cheeky, Dalvegan green bikini I got from Jokes “R” Us andnotClara’s Culotte?” Her husband does his best to swallow his snickersalongside another gulp of beer as she squawks, “She’s the fucking team dentist, you pineapple shorts wearing pigeon!”
Technically, they’re just triangles.
But I could rock a pair of pineapples.
Purple tank top.
Pair it with my straw hat.
Maybe something for my next date?
You know.
Assuming I live to see it.
“Forgive her,” Bricks mirthfully interjects. “The Great American Bulldog has the day off, so there’s no one other than me toremind herof the numerouslegal–and financial –reasons she shouldn’t say half the shit that she currently is.”
“Why exactly does Adelstein have the day off?” I innocently ponder.
“She wasn’tsupposed tobe needed,” he replies, humor loudly lingering in his tone. “This little shindig is forplayersandon ice staffonly.”
“Right…” my head tilts challenging to one side, “and that means…you technically aren’t even supposed to be here as the owner.”
“GreatOneHaveMercy, thathadto sound better in your fucking head than out loud,” bites Hennington.
“It did,” immediately escapes during a frantic nod. “It really did.”
“She’s the ownerandhis wife,” Gilly meekly reminds. “Her presence – while a favorite gasp worthy moment in a telenovela – isn’t actually that wild and crazy considering the circumstances.”
Fuckme…that’s a fact.
We’re talkin’ Smoky Robinson being crucial to Motown’s success level.
We’re talkin’Jacques Plante being one of the first goalies to consistently wear a face mask.
We’re talkin’ coffee cherries being the fruit that houses the coffee beans we roast.
It’s a truthbombsky tune I don’t wanna hear but can’t turn off.
“And as for the dentist comment – although I’m anendodontist which is technically a dentist that has additional years of advanced specialized training –” Gilly lets her gaze gravitate up to me, “the Dragons recommendmy practiceto all the players who need our services. We’re the ones who handle any and all mouth related injuries or issues – including supplying the team with ateamdentist – which Bullis, but he has no additional accreditations. The practice also custom fits the team’s gumshields – or mouthguards as they’re colloquially called –especiallyfor the rookies and fresh trades, something else that is part of Bull’s responsibilityasthe actual team dentist. I’m just…his boss.And have agreed to fill in if ever necessary, but I doubt it’ll ever be necessary.”
I love that she has her own career.
Her own passion.
And if it weren’t for “Mama Say Knock You Out” vibes Hot Rocket is currently sending me, I’d admit that.
Out loud.
Right now.
I always want Gilly to know how incredible I think she is.
