“Like that’ll stop my career.”
“Ugh. That’s so gross. Hockey players get away with actual murder and you’re just over here, feeding into the system!”
“Denny, did you tell him I revoked the ban so he can come and pick you up because I seriously can’t listen to another tantrum about why the world sucks? I don’t even make minimum wage, close at two AM, and have a class in the next five hours.”
I whistle. “Your life sucks, Freya.”
She’s also one of the silly, silly,sillywomen dating a player on Zach’s team. Double sucks.
“Thanks,” she drawls.
“Zach, you can come and pick me up. Freya revoked the ban for ten minutes only.”
“And that’s because my boss isn’t here,” she hollers so Zach can hear.
When he grumbles about it not being his fault The Dive serves dipshits, my lips purse.
“Speaking of assholes, I told Mom.” Then my nose scrunches. “Okay, that’s mean. She’s not an asshole. Just about this, she’s an asshole. A temporary asshole.”
I hear him yawn and the sound of keys being scraped against our console table, so I know he’s on his way out the door. “About being turned down by the sisterhood of the constant yoyo diet?”
“Yep. She cried again.” I drop the lemons and scowl at the peanut bowl. “I shouldn’t eat the peanuts, right?”
“The urine peanuts? Nope. Stay away from the peanut bowl. Permanently.”
“I’m hungry.”
“We can pick up takeout. I’m heading out as we speak.”
“You’re the best.”
“You said that already. You’ll regret it tomorrow. You think my head’s too big as it is.”
“It is.” I wonder if his cock’s big too. Oops.
Gah, drunk Denny is the worst.
“What did Mel say aside from weeping?”
“Nothing. She just sniffled and thanked me for giving it a shot. I can’t decide if she’s reliving her lost youth through me because she wasted hers on Dad and having three kids or if she just wants me to make better choices.”
“How about she’s punishing you for being young when she isn’t?”
“Ooooh,ouch.”
“Am I wrong?”
“I don’t think you’re right. I told you something funky is going on with Dad. But thirty-nine isn’t old anyway. Hell, I wanna look as good as her at thirty-nine.”
“You don’t need to look like her. You look like you and you’re beautiful—whether those sorority bitches think so or not. You don’t need them when you have Pecan and me.”
“You’re the best.”
He snickers. “Thank you, Denny.”
“No, you really, really, reallllly are.”
“Yup, that’s me. The greatest.”
