Page 24 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “If you keep it up, I won’t pass the ball to you today.”
He winks. “I think you will, loverboy. I’m the teacher’s pet.” He starts subtly shaking his ass and softly singing, “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And they’re like, it’s better than yours.”
I can only blow out an exasperated breath at my crazy friend.
We’re at the sports bar next to the stadium. The fans party here after all games, and they love it when we make an appearance after a big win. The excitement is electric, and it’s packed with wall-to-wall Camels fans excited at the great start to our season .
There’s a balcony area reserved for us so we can wave at and interact with the fans without being completely hounded.
Due to Layla’s WAG status, the Beavers ladies are already up on the balcony when we arrive.
I think the fans are equally as excited to see them up there.
I happily watch them wave and throw freebies to the crowd.
It’s good to see them getting so much attention.
Even though their season ended, Philly has embraced them, and the future is promising.
Flanked by security, we walk up the steps of the balcony. With the fall nights getting a little chilly, Daylen is wearing a Camels green knit hat, as he often does after our games.
Kennedy takes one look at him and chirps, “Your cap looks like the Incredible Hulk’s condom.”
He shrugs, seemingly unaffected, as he calmly replies, “It’s Bobby Brown.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “What does that mean?”
He smirks. “My prerogative.”
She exhales an audible breath. “The fact that jellyfish have survived for hundreds of millions of years without brains must give you so much hope.”
He rolls his eyes. “Blow me, sugar lips.”
She gives him a small smile. “I would, but my coach said I need to bulk up.”
“Why are you so nasty?” he asks with uncharacteristic edge in his voice. “Do you stay up at night and contemplate the best ways to be a bitch?” he raises his voice at her. This woman truly gets under his skin. It’s amusing to watch.
She nonchalantly shakes her head. “No, I stay up and contemplate random scenarios. Like what would happen if one conjoined twin committed a crime and had to go to jail? Do you falsely imprison the other one?”
He tilts his head to the side as he considers his words. “Holy shit. That’s a good question. Do you know the answer?”
She lets out a laugh. “No, bonehead. I don’t.”
His lips curl in amusement. “I might research the issue. ”
Sick of their bizarre foreplay, I walk over to Sulley. Her face lights up as she sees me approach. “Nice game, Vile Vance.”
“Nice jersey, Gully Sulley.”
She bites back her smile. “I was contractually obligated to wear it. It was done under duress,” she says in a teasing manner.
I nod in understanding. “Hmm. I get that for the game. Are you still contractually obligated to wear it after the game?”
Her eyes fall to the floor as she mumbles, “I guess certain habits are hard to break.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
Her eyes widen a bit, as if she’s catching herself, before they raise to meet mine. “Nothing.”
Before I can inquire further, Layla sloppily throws her arm around Sulley’s shoulders. She’s clearly a little tipsy. “What do you say, O’Shea?” Layla hiccups and giggles. “That rhymed. I’m a poet and didn’t even know it.”
She starts laughing hysterically at her own cheesy joke before eventually calming down and again asking, “What do you say?”
Sulley pinches her eyebrow together. “Umm, about what?”
“Vegas, silly. I was just telling you about it. At least I think I was. The guys on the team go for the first weekend of the NCAA tournament every year in March. I didn’t go this past year because of the baby, but I usually go. So do most of the other WAGs.”
The NCAA basketball tournament takes place over two weeks in late March into early April.
It’s a huge sports event, the first weekend being especially fun because there are so many games.
With the possible exception of the Super Bowl, it’s the biggest weekend in Vegas each year.
We always go and have an absolute blast betting on games, drinking, dancing, and generally partying until we can’t stand.
Sulley shakes her head. “I’m not a WAG.”
Layla smiles sweetly. “But you’re my friend, and I want you there. Kennedy and Palmer already said they’re in. They’re not WAGs either.”
Sulley looks at me, and I nod. “It’s always a fun weekend. It’s a bit of a team tradition. We rent two floors of suites at the Palms Casino. The more, the merrier.”
She runs her lower lip through her teeth. “It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but never could because I’ve always been playing ball that weekend. Hmm…why not? That sounds like fun. I’ve never been to Vegas. It’s on my bucket list.”
Layla squeals in excitement. “Yay! We’re gonna have a blast. I’ll book everything.
The guys charter a jet, so you don’t even need plane tickets.
Just a few fabulous outfits for all the fun parties we’ll attend,” she bumps her hip with Sulley’s, “and sexy bikinis for the pools. I’ll email you all the logistics, but be prepared for a fantastic time, right, Vance? ”
I nod. Vegas is sounding a lot better this year.