Dominique drops the box on the table, giving me a heated look while the girls are distracted. One that clearly says he’d like to do some forking, too.
I roll my eyes and a smug look curls the corners of his mouth, so I flip him off and turn my attention to the girls.
“What the hell is forking?”
Allie opens the box and shows us the contents inside. Hundreds of plastic forks greet me. “I’m glad you ask,” she says, holding one up. “Forking is when you take a bunch of plastic forks and stab them into the grass. Usually you do this to someone’s yard but today we’re going to go fork PacNorth’s soccer field.”
My brows pull together. “Why are we forking their field?” Not that I’m against it. Just curious what brought all of this on.
Her eyes flash. “Because Julio is a butthead.”
Bibiana snickers.
Julio is Allie’s best friend from her hometown and if she’s upset with him, he must have messed up royally because last I checked, in Allie’s mind, Julio damn near walks on water.
I grab a fork from the box and hold it out to Allie. “This one is a spork.”
She grabs it from me and tosses it back into the box. “I bought all the forks at Pauli’s Grocer and sporks were the next best thing. Spoons don’t really work.”
“What’s the point of this?” Dominique asks. “Sticking forks in a university field doesn’t seem very effective if you’re trying to make a point, here.”
Allie huffs out a breath. “Maybe we should fork your field,” she mutters.
“Game. Anytime,” I tell her, and offer her a high five.
Dominique glowers at us, but we all ignore it. He loves Allie and Bibi as though they’re his sisters and they know it, so his scary face doesn’t work on them and me. I like seeing his angry face. It means I managed to piss him off, which happens to be my second favorite pastime lately. After the screwing, that is.
“You stick the fork in the field. And when the offending party goes to yank them out. They snap.” She breaks one for added effect. “It’s annoying as hell and makes unforking the field tedious and annoying. Julio hates stupid shit like this, so it’s the perfect kind of revenge.”
“Revenge for what, exactly?” I ask. Julio is Allie’s bestie from her home town and as far as I knew, the man could do no wrong.
“He got drunk and made out with Adrianna.”
I suck in a breath.
“The chick who fucked your ex before he was your ex?”
“Yep. She was Allie’s best girl friend at the time, too,” Bibiana adds, and I wince. That’s a serious girl code violation.
Dominique whistles and steps back from the table. “This sounds like a good time for me to head out. You ladies have fun forking or whatever you want to call it.”
“What? No!” Allie whines. “We need a getaway driver. That’s you!”
Dominique shakes his head. “Can’t. I’m training with the boys today.”
She mutters out a curse and smacks her palm over her face. “I knew that. Roman was talking about it last night. I don’t know how that slipped my mind.” She pauses. “Well crap. Who’s going to be our getaway driver now?”
“Why don’t you want to drive? You’ve got the Audi,” I remind her.
She gives me the ‘please tell you’re kidding’look. “Richland is two hours away.” As if that answers the question. “I do not want to have to watch the boring ass road for two hours while you bitches get to relax in your seats.” Okay, fair point. I don’t want to make that drive either. Being a passenger will be bad enough. There’s nothing but farmland between here and Richland, so you can’t even take in the view because there just isn’t one.
“And I’m pregnant,” Bibi adds.
“I think we’re all very much aware of that.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. But I’m a shit driver and my stomach bumps into the steering wheel every time I try to go anywhere.”
I pull out my phone and go with the phone a friend option. If I don’t, then I’m ninety-five percent positive it’ll be me stuck as the driver and yeah, no thanks. I turn it on speaker phone, knowing this will get a reaction and feeling entirely okay with that.
