“Heading there again in a mo. Just met with a few guys who wanted to talk over the shit I announced today. Not the past stuff. The upcoming demo and rebuild.” I didn’t know they’d announced something else too, but Rocket just nodded in response.
“Few of us need to find somewhere to live, huh. Gotta be honest, I’m hoping the new place has windows, and heating. Oh… and do we get our own bathrooms?”
Micro snorted. “We’ll get the plans up in Church, and you guys can all take a look. It’ll be pretty plush. Reacher’s already getting jealous.”
They both chuckled over that, but my attention was diverted, by something that seemed out of place. Something bright and colourful amid black and silver shiny metal. I took a few steps, and cupped a hand over my mouth.
“Whose is… oh god, Rocket… isn’t that your bike?”
He stepped around me, let out a string of curses and stomped over to his motorcycle, fiddling with the large purple dildo that seemed to be tied to the rear part behind his seat. Oh. Where his female passenger would sit. Was it aimed at me?
Laughter filled the air around us, and Rocket lifted his head, his eyes fixing on one of the guys.
“Did you fucking do this?”
The guy shook his head, and flicked his eyes to his left.Grease. Oh god no.
“You fucking cunt!” Rocket abandoned what I was now realising was a strap-on, tethered firmly in place, and marched right at the smug bastard, who was grinning widely, like this was exactly what he’d hoped for.
“Hey, don’t be too hard on him. That’s obviously his strap-on, which means either he doesn’t have a dick, or he likes his girlfriend to fuck him,” I pointed out, and silence fell, followed by random chuckles as Grease’s smile dropped from his face in an instant.
“Hey, fuck you!”
Rocket roared with fury, leaping at him as Micro facepalmed beside me and started walking toward them, ordering other guys to pull them apart.
The pretty little redhead I’d seen around before, who someone called Jay, took one look at the scuffling, shook her head and started on her way to me.
“What set them off this time?”
I backed up a step and gestured to the new modification on Rocket’s motorcycle, which honestly was pretty funny, even if it was some kind of snide gesture aimed at me.
“What the fuck! GREASE!”
They were in the process of pulling the guys apart when he lifted his head, spotted her, and groaned.
“No, little pain. He deserved it. He’s a fucking prick, who-”
“Is that what I think it is?”
Panic filled his face as he shook the others off him and charged in her direction, grabbing her and slamming a hand over her mouth as he backed them both away.
“Look, I was just messing with him. He deserves a little fucking with because he’s a dick,” he explained, a little grin suddenly appearing as he snatched his hand away from his woman’s mouth.
“I love it when you bite me, little pain.”
She opened her mouth to say something and he laughed. “Nope.” He literally slung her over his shoulder, and started marching away to the dorm building, while a few people groaned or laughed, and Rocket joined me again.
“Sorry about this, V. He thinks it’s funny, but it really isn’t.”
He dug a small knife out of his pocket and sawed through the straps, tossing the offending object to Micro who held it by the strap, between two fingers, with a grimace.
“Ugh, what if it’s been used?”
“Yeah, on Grease. You saw that, he was shutting her up before she could let on.”
I ignored them, catching Rocket’s arm, and turning him to me, which was awkward with Nixie tucked against my chest with the other hand.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s actually pretty funny, when you think about it.”
