yeti mind to handle.”
“ Can you give the damn yeti jokes a rest, please? I feel shitty enough without the insults, today, thanks.”
As I turn to go back into the house, the door opens. “Hey, man! There you are! I thought you’d taken off already.” Randy glances behind me at Violet. “Hey, how’s it going, Vi?”
“ Hi, Randy.” She makes this sound, like she’s choking on something. Here we go. It happens every time she seems him. She can’t get past his name. And she thinks I’m immature.
I look over my shoulder; her whole body is shaking. She balls her hands into fists and pulls them up like she’s getting into a fighting stance. Then she thrusts her hips, not once or twice, but three times. When she’s done, her face is blotchy, and she pretends to be mortified.
“ Get your wallet. I’ll be in the car.” She spins around and almost trips on her way down the front steps.
“ Bye, Violet,” Randy calls after her.
She waves over her shoulder. “Bye, Ran—”
She stops, turns again, and gets back into a half squat. Her face is all pinched and weird looking. She cups her hands like she’s holding a pair of melons. “Balls! Randy Balls!” she yells.
“ You do know my last name is Ballistic, right?” He’s smiling.
“ You’ll always be horny nut sac to me!”
Then she runs the rest of the way to the car and slinks down in the front the seat like she’s trying to hide. It’d be way funnier if I wasn’t in shit.
“ She’s a little crazy, huh?”
“ Uh yeah. You get used to it. Eventually. I gotta go; I missed my flight,” I tell Randy as I brush past him, back into the house.
“ You said it wasn’t until nine.”
“ I got it wrong.”
“ I’m sorry, Miller.”
“ Yeah. Me, too. I’ll check in with you when I get to Toronto. You’ll have to send me your flight details so I know when to pick you up from the airport for camp.”
“ You got it. Don’t worry about it now. We’ll get it handled.” He pats me on the shoulder. “I’ll tell Lance you had to bail.”
“ Thanks.” Randy is good people, even if he is a dickwhore.
I run up to the spare room and grab my clothes from last night, along with my wallet. I can get anything else I’ve forgotten when I get back from the trip. Lance won’t care.
Once I’m in the car, Violet revs the engine and books it back to my house. If Waters knew how she was driving his ride, I bet he’d shit a brick. Not that I care to tell him. That would mean talking to him.
While Violet drives like a maniac on crack, I call the airline and rebook my flight to the tune of two thousand dollars. This flight doesn’t leave until nine thirty-eight. I buy a seat in first class so I can have priority everything, including check-in and boarding, to make things easier. It should leave me plenty of time to make sure I have all my crap organized.
I call Sunny, but her phone goes directly to voice mail. I leave a message explaining that Amber’s on vacation, and I mixed up the flight times, but that I’ll be in Toronto by about eleven and at her house around midnight. Hopefully she’ll let me in.
“ I’m coming up with you.” Violet shoulders her purse and gets out of the car.
“ I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“ Like hell. Plus there’s no air in that stupid car, and it’s hotter than a nut sac in a cup.”
“ That’s disgusting.”
“ I know. You’re welcome.”
We leave the car parked in front of my building. Violet stops at the front desk to ask about the bag Amber apparently sent. They’ve had it since yesterday morning. She asks Travis, the front desk guy, to throw it in the back of the Torino.
I thank him and follow Vi to the elevators. She checks her messages as we head for the penthouse floor. “Great. Now Sunny isn’t answering my texts. I hope you haven’t screwed this up permanently.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. She’s pissed. Really pissed. Probably the angriest she’s ever been with me.
“ Can you give the damn yeti jokes a rest, please? I feel shitty enough without the insults, today, thanks.”
As I turn to go back into the house, the door opens. “Hey, man! There you are! I thought you’d taken off already.” Randy glances behind me at Violet. “Hey, how’s it going, Vi?”
“ Hi, Randy.” She makes this sound, like she’s choking on something. Here we go. It happens every time she seems him. She can’t get past his name. And she thinks I’m immature.
I look over my shoulder; her whole body is shaking. She balls her hands into fists and pulls them up like she’s getting into a fighting stance. Then she thrusts her hips, not once or twice, but three times. When she’s done, her face is blotchy, and she pretends to be mortified.
“ Get your wallet. I’ll be in the car.” She spins around and almost trips on her way down the front steps.
“ Bye, Violet,” Randy calls after her.
She waves over her shoulder. “Bye, Ran—”
She stops, turns again, and gets back into a half squat. Her face is all pinched and weird looking. She cups her hands like she’s holding a pair of melons. “Balls! Randy Balls!” she yells.
“ You do know my last name is Ballistic, right?” He’s smiling.
“ You’ll always be horny nut sac to me!”
Then she runs the rest of the way to the car and slinks down in the front the seat like she’s trying to hide. It’d be way funnier if I wasn’t in shit.
“ She’s a little crazy, huh?”
“ Uh yeah. You get used to it. Eventually. I gotta go; I missed my flight,” I tell Randy as I brush past him, back into the house.
“ You said it wasn’t until nine.”
“ I got it wrong.”
“ I’m sorry, Miller.”
“ Yeah. Me, too. I’ll check in with you when I get to Toronto. You’ll have to send me your flight details so I know when to pick you up from the airport for camp.”
“ You got it. Don’t worry about it now. We’ll get it handled.” He pats me on the shoulder. “I’ll tell Lance you had to bail.”
“ Thanks.” Randy is good people, even if he is a dickwhore.
I run up to the spare room and grab my clothes from last night, along with my wallet. I can get anything else I’ve forgotten when I get back from the trip. Lance won’t care.
Once I’m in the car, Violet revs the engine and books it back to my house. If Waters knew how she was driving his ride, I bet he’d shit a brick. Not that I care to tell him. That would mean talking to him.
While Violet drives like a maniac on crack, I call the airline and rebook my flight to the tune of two thousand dollars. This flight doesn’t leave until nine thirty-eight. I buy a seat in first class so I can have priority everything, including check-in and boarding, to make things easier. It should leave me plenty of time to make sure I have all my crap organized.
I call Sunny, but her phone goes directly to voice mail. I leave a message explaining that Amber’s on vacation, and I mixed up the flight times, but that I’ll be in Toronto by about eleven and at her house around midnight. Hopefully she’ll let me in.
“ I’m coming up with you.” Violet shoulders her purse and gets out of the car.
“ I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“ Like hell. Plus there’s no air in that stupid car, and it’s hotter than a nut sac in a cup.”
“ That’s disgusting.”
“ I know. You’re welcome.”
We leave the car parked in front of my building. Violet stops at the front desk to ask about the bag Amber apparently sent. They’ve had it since yesterday morning. She asks Travis, the front desk guy, to throw it in the back of the Torino.
I thank him and follow Vi to the elevators. She checks her messages as we head for the penthouse floor. “Great. Now Sunny isn’t answering my texts. I hope you haven’t screwed this up permanently.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. She’s pissed. Really pissed. Probably the angriest she’s ever been with me.
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