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“Typical Hufflepuff.” She shook her head disdainfully. “Far too loyal and patient.”
“Watch your mouth, Gryffindor. I’m the exact right amount of loyal and patient.”
One of the bartenders shouted something above the noise of the bar. Trivia was going to start in five minutes.
“I want another pint glass,” I said. “So I hope you brought your A-game.”
“Another one? Where would you put it?” she asked.
“Next to the first one. There’s three feet of space on my trophy wall, Foxy. I can fit at least five more pint glass shelves there.”
“Let’s focus on the first…” She trailed off, glancing over my shoulder. When I twisted to follow her gaze, I saw four men walking into the bar. One of them was wearing a sweater vest and had a bottle of wine in his hand.
“Ugh,” Taylor groaned. “Eric.”
The two of them had been on bad terms since her relationship with me went public. And since the Dean gave Taylor her fourth class back. Eric saw us, frowned, then put on a smile that was so fake it might as well have been drawn on his face with marker.
“Professor Fox,” he said formally. “And Mr. Carter.”
“What are you doing here?” Taylor asked. “I thought you looked down on Tommy’s trivia night.”
“The Wild Rover Bar is closed tonight,” Lamar McHolmes said with a genuine smile. “Good to see you again, Brody!”
He gave me a friendly fist-bump, which Eric politely ignored.
“Good luck to the two of you,” Eric said, leading the group over to another table.
“Hey,” I said, standing up. “Y’all want to join us? We can play with a team of six instead of two.”
“What are you doing?” Taylor hissed at me.
“Being the bigger man,” I whispered back.
Eric smiled condescendingly at me. “I’m sure you will do just fine without us.”
As they sat down, there was a small argument among their group. Then Lamar came over to our table, removed his jacket, and sat down.
“I’d rather play with you two,” he said, grinning. “Professor Masters takes everything far too seriously. Good performance in the Super Bowl, Brody! Sorry it wasn’t enough in the end.”
“Me too,” I said. “But hey, there are worse things someone can lose.”
I glanced at Taylor. She rolled her eyes at the cheesy line, but a blush crept onto her pale cheeks, too.
The first trivia question was about geography. We got it right—but so did Eric’s group. The next question, about the periodic table, we also both got correct.
As the trivia match went on, it reminded me a lot of the Super Bowl. Our two teams continuously traded blows: one round we would go up a point, and then the next round they would come right back and correctly answer a question we missed. There was another trivia team ahead of both of us, but we stopped caring about that. It was all about how we did against each other.
There were two questions about basketball. Eric somehow got them both correct, and made sure to flash a smug look in our direction—especially when we got one of them wrong.
It came down to the final question. The first place team was three points ahead of us, but we were tied with Eric’s group.
Behind only Houston, this is the second-most populated city in Texas.
Lamar looked at me. “Dallas? It’s Dallas, right?”
I grimaced. “It’s either that or San Antonio. I think it’s San Antonio.”
“How sure are you?” Taylor asked, her fingers hovering over the trivia tablet.
