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“No, Sloane is right,” Dove chirped. “You guys obviously can’t have a camera crew in and out every day. Sloane and I can go off on a girls’ trip with the camera crew following.”
“Did we forget about the other twenty-three cameras in the clubhouse?” I asked. “You’re taking away one camera and leaving twenty-three. And you and Sloane are not going to go traipsing off by yourselves.” Did she really think that she and Sloane were just going to go off by themselves with a shitstorm brewing around us?
“No, they’re taking away one camera, the three people that are always attached to it, and two of you. Those three people that we have no clue about and could do god knows what to us if Boone and Gibbs were able to get to them.” Yarder steepled his hands in front of him. “This could work.”
Pirate raised his hand. “Am I the only one who is confused right now?”
Dice slapped him upside the head. “Keep up, brother, or I’ll explain it later.”
“Why two of us?” Smoke asked. “I’m sure Aero can handle Dove and Sloane.”
“One-on-one coverage,” Yarder grunted. “Aero and Throttle.”
I flattened my lips and held back protesting. I didn’t want to be off distracting the camera crew. I wanted to be here solving the huge fucking problem we had.
“I don’t know if this is going to work,” Compass doubted. “What’s to say they won’t send another camera crew out here to stay at the clubhouse?”
“They won’t. I was talking to Garett the other day, and he said they only have four camera crews, and since there are four clubs, they are relying heavily on the footage they are getting from the cameras staged around the clubhouse since there is one camera crew for each club.”
“Who the fuck is Garret?” Yarder spat at Dice.
“The guy with the camera on his shoulder all of the time,” Dice explained. “You telling me you guys don’t know these guys' names? It’s Garett with the camera, Max with the boom and shit, and then Adalee is the one with the clipboard.”
“We should know these people,” Compass chuckled, “but I think we’ve all been preoccupied with the show and cars crashing into the clubhouse.”
“But what is going to be so amazing that the crew is going to leave the clubhouse?” Stretch questioned.
“Well, what normally happens on reality shows?” I asked. I had caught a few minutes here and there of shows like ours, but they never really held my attention.
We all looked at Sloane and Dove.
“You used to watch those sisters all the time, Dove,” Russ called. “The Candash.”
Sloane tipped her head to the side. “Uh, who?”
“The Kardashians,” Dove clarified. “And I haven’t watched their show in a while. Khloe used to be my favorite, but now even she seems out of touch with reality. Just not my vibe anymore.”
“Still fucking confused,” Pirate called.
“Jesus Christ,” Yarder muttered. “Just tell us what the hell needs to happen for the camera crew to follow you two.”
Sloane and Dove exchanged looks. “Uh, well,” Dove started.
“No,” Sloane called. “Don’t even say it.”
“But you know that camera crew will be hot on our tails if you do it,” Dove muttered.
“Do what?” Aero demanded. “You two are just sitting here, and I feel like you’re up to something.”
“It was one of the highest-ranked episodes when Khloe married Lamar,” Dove reasoned.
“Am I the only one who feels like we should have watched some reality shows before filming started?” Dice laughed.
Sloane shook her head. “Don’t say it.”
“Say it,” Russ called. “It can’t be worse than whatever Gibbs has headed this way.” His words were like a bucket of cold water dumped on us.
For a minute, I had forgotten that Russ was still here. He was standing at the head of the table with his suit jacket unbuttoned and his hands on his hips.
