AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay,” I say, trying to remember leaving. That would have been the point I’d reached my drunkest. Travis had to shove me and my dress into the car, and he’d promised me a second turkey leg. Man, I was a whore for some turkey.
“Well, your boob popped out. It’s called Medieval Nipple Slip. It’s on a loop. Just one of your ladies jumping out and back in repeatedly.”
I’m stunned. Of all the things I thought she was going to say, that wasn’t it.
“What!” I exclaim. “Who caught that on camera?”
“Someone paying attention to your chickens, my little bird,” Sloan says.
“Not helping,” I say, “my boobs are on the internet. Did you report it?”
“Oh, good idea, let me do that now,” she says. “It’s just one boob though, and it only slipped out for a second when you raised your arm, then it went back into hiding. And might I add, you really did look stunning. A friend of mine who knows I know you sent it, maybe no one else has seen it yet.”
I groan and stand up from the floor. Falling onto my bed, I push my face into the pillow. “Again, not helping,” I grunt, realizing I now have turkey grease on my cheeks.
“One crisis at a time, Nina,” she says. “Go deal with the Travis thing and then deal with your tit being out.”
“Okay, fine,” I say, even though I don’t feel fine at all. I can’t believe I had a nip slip and Travis didn’t tell me.
“And call me after you’re done. I want to know if that turkey leg tried to sneak out but got its arm caught beneath you and woke you up.”
“Bye, Sloan.”
We hang up, and I just sit up on the bed, putting off leaving my room as long as possible. I realize I’m hungry and find myself wondering how hungry I really am, and if I want to chance running into Travis. I eye the turkey leg on my nightstand and actually consider eating it just so I can avoid the awkward conversation that is sure to happen. That would be a good way to get sick.
Then the thought of eating that greasy turkey makes my stomach do the cha-cha slide, and I dismiss the idea almost as quickly as I’d thought of it. The mead isn’t doing me any favors either. I probably need to eat something to soak up all the alcohol.
Sucking in a deep breath, I climb off the bed and walk slowly across the floor, dragging my feet. Opening the door even slower, I tiptoe out into the kitchen.
Okay, I can’t wig out that my boob is on YouTube; they’ll probably take it down before too many people see it. What’s a little nip slip when you’re drunk at a Renaissance Festival? Truthfully, I’m freaking out, but I can’t make a big deal because then I’ll just stay in my room for hours if I do, and I have to apologize.
After making myself the biggest greasiest omelet, I check to see if Travis is in. He’s not, so I opt to take another nap.
When I wake up later, I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but I can hear music coming from Travis’s room. It’s now or never.
Taking a deep breath, I go to the bathroom and wet my toothbrush. After peeling my tongue from the roof of my mouth, I begin to brush the grit and grossness away. I can’t really go to him with my breath smelling like I’ve been chewing on dirty gym socks.
After I brush the grime out of my mouth, I splash cold water on my face and pull my hair back into a ponytail. The braids made it wavy and unruly. When I see my reflection, I wince. I look a little better than I did, but I still look rough. Taking a deep breath, I mentally go over what I want to say to Travis as I walk to his room.
“The turkey leg and I know each other way more than I intended, and I’m sorry,” I say to myself as I walk toward his door. “I’m sorry I acted like the wench I was dressed as.”
I don’t even remember about knocking until I have the door open already. I’m not prepared for what I see. Travis is in the middle of the floor, surrounded by folders holding hundreds of baseball cards.
“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry,” I say. “I should have knocked.”
“No,” he says, standing “It’s okay. You can come in.”
I look around the room and see more folders and boxes laid out. Man, he must have thousands of baseball cards.
“What is all this?” I question, sitting down on the bed. I’ve completely forgotten the reason I came into the room.
“This is my collection.” He starts to gather everything up. “You don’t need to know about it.”
“I’m sorry!” I blurt out. “I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you.”
He stops and looks at me, one of the boxes in his hand “Oh,” he says, “well, it’s okay, I just didn’t want to—”
I hold up a hand to stop him from finishing his thought, “I know, you don’t have to relive it.”
