Text me your address. I’ll make sure they do their homework and eat a good dinner
Two rain checks
Hmm. I wonder what I can get from you
Anything you want
“Are you in?”Dax calls out, backing out of the locker room.
“Yeah, I’m in.”
I pull up Emma’s number and call her to give her an update on the evening. Assuring her she’ll get home in time for studying, I end the call and shove my phone in my pocket.
“Fuck yeah. I thought the world would be ending before we could get this guy out.” Bode wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Can’t party without the Cap.”
“Okay. I have one rule.”
I stop short, staring at all the guys in front of me. Bode is shaking his head like he expected this, Noah andGraham are whispering to each other, and Jasper and Dax are leaning against the door to the locker room.
“Of course you do. Let’s hear it.” Bode braces himself, waggling his fingers for me to continue.
“No one gets arrested.”
“Easy.” Noah claps his hands together. “Well, maybe not for Bode.”
“No one.” I look at each man standing in front of me and point a finger at them. “We’re not going on a losing streak because one of you decides to do something stupid.”
At that, all eyes snap to Bode.
“Hey! I’m offended. I don’t do stupid shit,” Bode tells us.
“Says who?” Graham fires back.
“Me. I’m careful about who I go home with.”
Jasper rolls his eyes. “Does that mean you’re not going to pick someone up tonight? Since it’s team bonding, as you called it.”
“I guess,” Bode moans, then laughs, leading us out of the locker room. “Team bonding—maybe next time I’ll start with that.”
“To the man of the hour!”Bode shouts, all of us toasting with shots of tequila.
“Fuck, that burns.” I suck on the lime to soothe the sting. “This is why I never go out with you guys.”
“If it makes you feel better, we never do shots,” Dax tells me.
“That’s because you never come out.” Bode flags down Chad to order another round.
I don’t know how Bode managed, but he got a large table for all of us in the back of The Sin Bin. I know it’sfor privacy, but it makes for a nice night not having to worry about anyone else butting in.
“Do I need to have Dax supervise when you guys go out?” I laugh. I sip on the beer I ordered.
With a game tomorrow, I don’t want to overdo it. My tolerance is low, always preferring sparkling water over alcohol.
I am making a one-time exception tonight.
“How did I get charged with supervising Bode?” Dax whines.
“Better yet, why am I the only one that has to be supervised?” Bode drinks from his own beer.
