“We could just call the front desk and tell them what happened. I’m sure they have a mop.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said with a nervous laugh. “I guess I panicked. Thought the Soup Police would come take us to Soup Jail.”
I laughed. “I’m the only one who would go to soup jail. You would probably take a Soup Plea Deal.”
“And rat you out? Never.” He flashed his teeth in a smirk.
“Where were you headed? To check on Riot?”
He got up, looked at his drenched polo, then tossed it on the ground. “I was actually coming to see you. I was, uh, going to ask you out.”
I gawked at him.
“On a date,” he added.
31
Milo
“You’re such a fucking pussy,” Violet muttered from the bed.
“Shut up,” I said while looking at myself in the mirror mounted on the wall of the hotel room.
“Puuuuuussy,” she repeated, drawing out the word. “Just go do it.”
“I am.”
“You’ve been preening in front of the mirror for an hour.”
“It’s only been a few minutes.”
“It’s felt like an hour,” she insisted. “I can’t concentrate while you’re changing shirts over and over.”
“Because the sight of me bare-chested is enough to make you question your lesbianism?”
Violet rolled her eyes. “You’re hot as fuck, bro, but my queerness is impenetrable. And don’t you dare make a joke about penetration.”
“You know me too well.”
“Which is why,” she said, “I know that you’re being a big fat pussy right now.”
“Just give me a minute!”
She let out a dramatic sigh as I went back to the duffel bag I was using as a suitcase and pulled out another shirt.
“A polo? Seriously?”
“I want to look nice.”
“A collar isn’t going to make a difference. Just go ask her.”
I admired myself in the polo. Yeah. This was the one.
“Cash and Rox got back ten minutes ago,” Violet said. “If you don’t leave this room right fucking now, I’m going to go ask her out for you.”
I rounded on her. “You’d do that for me?”
“It was supposed to be a threat, not an offer.” She leaned against the headboard and started tapping on her phone.
