For example?
Melody
Women wouldn’t get into your apartment building by buzzing all the names like in a movie.
I lean my head back and laugh. I know exactly who let her in.
Knox
Old Mrs. Burnbaum thinks she’s going to get lucky. I think she actually lived in the building when Brad Pitt was in the neighborhood.
Melody
She probably knows Mermando! Also, you would not be gallivanting all over Bourbon without security.
Knox
I don’t need security. The great people of New Orleans respect my boundaries.
Melody
That’s how you got into this situation, if I remember correctly.
Knox
It’s how I got into you, if I remember correctly.
I shift in my seat at the memory of her bent over that sink, her round ass all pink with my handprint. The way we fucked so fast and hard.Damn.
Melody
And on that note. Gotta run—lmk how it goes with Cricket.
The car stops, and I grin at her fast sign-off. That’s right, QP, you thought it was fucking hot, too.
* * *
“You don’t looklike you’ve had the stomach bug.” Fonz stands at the head of the bench-press machine looking down on me. “What? Did you play too good a game and decide to take the week off?”
My face tenses from pushing 300 pounds on the bench. It’s not about bulking up. It’s about keeping my throwing arm strong.
I exhale heavily, sitting up. “You have no idea what I’ve been dealing with this week.”
“Hey.” Baker walks past, slapping me on the shoulder. “Sounds like a story. Spill it.”
I look up at Fonz. “Remember that night we were drafted? Way back. We were all out at that dance club?”
Fonz drops his head back, laughing. “How could I forget? You asked me if I was related to Britney Spears.”
“I was young.” As much as I hate asking this question, I have to hold out hope. “Do you remember me being with any one chick in particular?”
“There were a lot of beautiful babes partying with us that night, bro. It was the night they leaked the list.” He shakes his head. “We got seriously fuuuucked up.”
Pushing off the bench, I walk around to the treadmill and switch it on. I’ve got to run three miles before I can break for lunch. Then after lunch I’ve got to hit the field and drill. We’ll work on all the plays, old and new, then we’ll scrimmage against our defensive line. Those boys don’t mess around.
“So you don’t remember me with anybody in particular?” My breath picks up as I jog faster.
I remember Raymond had the list, and he carried it to the group. I remember seeing my name, and everyone screaming and cheering. I remember someone handed me a hit of Molly, and I took it, which I never do.
