Ghost: GASP
Ghost: Tell AJ to check your temperature.
ME: Don’t get too excited. It’s a private room.
Ghost: Baby steps. You’ll be dancing on tables and doing blow off a stranger’s dick in no time.
ME: …
Ghost: Just kidding. I’ve never done that.
Me: …
Ghost: Okay, once.
Ghost: For the blow thing
Ghost: I’ve danced on a lot of tables.
Ghost: Okay, I’m done digging my own grave now.
Shawna: THAT WAS INSANE!!!
Shawna: Congrats on a great game!
Shawna: Um. DO NOT get on the internet right now.
ME: Too late. I already saw the article.
Shawna: THE article? Oh, honey… There are so many.
Shawna: So, so many…
ME: How much shit are you about to give me?
Shawna: How much time do you have?
ME: I’m actually headed to dinner.
Shawna: What, with people?
ME: …
Shawna: Did you hit your head? Tell AJ to take you to get a CT.
ME: Why is it always AJ?
Shawna: Because he’s your only friend.
Shawna: Other than me, obvs. I’m your BEST friend. He’s your work bestie. It’s a caste system.
Shawna: Has HE seen the articles?
God, I hope not.
I look around at my teammates, shuffling onto the bus. They’re mostly talking among themselves about the game. People keep slapping me on the shoulder or fist-bumping me, but no one is being over-hyped.
Well, no one except AJ. He comes bounding towards the bus just as I’m about to get on. The people behind me let him cut in because we all sit in pretty much the same spots anyway. He’spractically buzzing, lips rolled in to keep from letting too much joy out. It’s disturbing.
