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“Cadence!” I hiss, chastising her like a child. “That bottle is too big. They will notice it, and we will get caught. Use the flask.”
She slides her half-mast eyes my way. “Fuck the flask,” she slurs, taking another sip from the bottle and making me laugh at her drunkenI don’t give a fuckattitude.
Damn, this scotch is good.
“Come on,” I try to reason with her. “We need to be incons… inconssp…inconstanspicous.”
Fuck, I think I’m drunk.
Cadence barks out a laugh. “What the fuck? Do you mean inconspicuous?”
“Yes. Come on. I don’t want to get kicked out.”
“Okay fine,” she grumbles, filling up the flask and putting the bottle back in her bag.
By the timeHoly Manhas finished his fight and Cadence has had her twenty-third orgasm, we are both rip-roaring drunk and finding everything hilarious. Luckily, the spectators close by are a lively bunch, and they seem to be finding our constant giggle fits amusing rather than irritating.
The announcer finally calls out Mason’s name, and my stomach clenches. He enters the ring, and Cadence squeals, sinking her talon-like nails into my arm. “Ouch!” I hiss. “Let go of my arm.”
“Oops, sorry.” She lets go and holds up the binoculars, letting out a gasp when she lands on Mason. “Holy mother of all things shit! Mason has a tattoo? Oh my god, look at his body. He has muscles! Shit! He is Superman, alright.”
She sighs in appreciation, and I snatch the binoculars off her in a huff. “Stop checking him out!”
“Oh, come on! I was just looking.”
“Well, stop it and definitely no baptisms.”
“You’re no fun,” she grumbles.
Focusing the binoculars on Mason’s opponent, I bite the inside of my cheek as I take in the mammoth of a man standing in front of him. He is taller than Mason and has a lot more bulk—the sheer volume of muscle mass encasing each of his forearms so enormous it stretches the skin and showcases the veins running up his arms. “That guy is huge. He looks likeThe Incredible Hulk.”
“Let me see.” Cadence takes the binoculars back to get a better look. “Whoa! He is. Mason is fucked!”
“Cadence!”
“Oh shush.” She waves me off. “I’m just kidding. I’m sure he will be fine.”
The bell rings, signaling the start of the fight, and I bury my face in my hands. “I can’t watch this.”
Cadence yells and cheers along with the crowd as the distinct sound of pounding flesh reverberates through my ears.
“Hey!” Cadence barks at me, pulling my hands away from my face. “Support your man, girl. You need to watch this.”
Mason lands a kick in Hulk’s stomach, but he counters the attack with a punch to Mason’s face. Staggering back, Mason wipes the blood oozing from his mouth.
“Oh my god! He’s hurt,” I cry, covering my face again. “I can’t watch this.”
The pounding continues, and the seat rattles underneath us as Cadence bounces up and down, unable to contain her excitement over the whole spectacle.
“That’s it! I can no longer have children,” Cadence announces.
Feeling flustered beyond belief, I turn my head to her with a look of annoyance. “What are you talking about?”
“My ovaries just exploded,” she states matter-of-factly, and I let out a groan, covering my face with my hands again. As the fighting continues, concern for Mason’s well-being forces my fingers to part, and I peek through the cracks, watching as he tries to hold his own against the Hulk.
That extra muscle mass appears to be giving the Hulk that slight advantage as he pounds blow after powerful blow into Mason’s frame. A gasp escapes my throat as he cocks his arm and lands a punch directly into the side of Mason’s face, sending him flat on his back on the floor.
Shooting straight to my feet, I slap my hand over my mouth and choke back a sob. “Mason!”
