And then everything went black in an instant.
Griffin
Ihatedthat Olive had to leave but it was better that she got home safely. Every few seconds I glanced down at my phone hoping for a text from her saying that she was home already.
“She’s really great, man. I’m happy for you.” Crosby slouched in the seat next to me as he eyed Jordan from across the bar. Both of them were effervescent with shit eating grins consuming their entire face.
“Thanks.” I clanked my beer bottle to his. “And I think a congratulations is in order for you. About damn time you and Bates locked lips.”
He started laughing. “That it is. It’s been freaking years of buildup to say the least and fuck me because that chick can kiss. If I had grown the balls to do that years ago, I might have dodged the bullet with my cheating whore of an ex-wife.”
Harding took a seat on the other side of Will. Obviously feeling no pain, he smacked Crosby on the back a little harder than he probably intended. “Way to go, brother.” Chase Harding was one of the players that I didn’t know too well, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.
“How’s it going, Chase?” I asked before ordering another beer.
“Pretty damn good. Can’t complain. I mean this was our first loss in a while, so life is pretty good.” I was impressed with how well all of the guys were taking their defeat. It was true that the Otters were an overall winning franchise and they all carried themselves like it.
“Cheers to that, man. How’re Nikki and the baby?” Crosby questioned.
Harding ordered a water before answering. “Fucking fantastic. I wish Nikki could have come out tonight but she had a late dance class and with the baby and all, it’s not the easiest.”
Jordan ran up and gave Crosby a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the bathroom with Myla.
“You taking her home tonight, bro?” Harding asked.
Crosby shrugged. “Honestly, after a game like tonight the last thing I want to do is fuck. I want a hot shower and to ice my knees.”
Harding chuckled. “You have to mattress fuck her, dude.”
I raised my eyebrow and shifted to look at Harding.
What in the ever-loving fuck is this kid talking about?
Mattress fucking? What in the damn world?
“The fuck, Harding? No, I can’t say that I even know what the hell that is.” Crosby responded. I was glad that I wasn’t the only one that thought this guy was off his damn rocker.
“You know, when your girl’s on her back, you’re on your knees with her legs in your hands, you use your arms to push her into the mattress and let the momentum of the bed do all the work for you because it is bouncy. It’s an easy way to get her to fuck you while you’re still in control.”
I shook my head. “Dude, you’re crazy but that does sounds amazing.”
We shot the shit for a bit as I constantly checked my watch.
“Any word from Olive?” Myla asked as she squeeze in between Crosby and I to get to bar and get another Sprite.
“Not yet.” I pursed my lips. “I am starting to get a little worried.”
Sean and Jessica were not too far away, so Myla called them over.
“Do you guys think that we should try to figure out what is going on with Olive?” Myla asked them.
“Have you tried calling her?” Sean questioned.
I nodded. “Yeah, twice.”
Jessica whipped out her phone. “I’ll call a few people and see if there were accidents or anything.
My heart sunk. “Wait, like should I be worried?”
