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The rest of the team gathered around. Coach actually smiled.
“May as well. Get your asses in there. Let’s talk.”
****
By the time I walked out of the locker room, every inch of me hurt as though I played a full game. Even Reid and Coops were quiet for once.
“Tell me we’re not gonna get sick.” Reid yanked up his shirt and inspected his abs.
“Put it away, sunshine. Ain’t no puck bunnies here to impress.” I jammed an elbow into his exposed ribs.
“Ow, man. I could be dying or something.”
“Jeus you’re a– Wait. Was Wednesday's girl Blackstone? Was she one of their fucking bunnies?”
“Maybe? I mean she was clean,” he protested. “The only mark on her was this black damn seal tattooed over her tit. Hated the fucking thing so I flipped her over.”
Coops stared at Reid in abject horror, raising crossed fingers. “Git. Over there, man. Keep going. Don’t you come near us or share food.”
“Jesus, you two.” I rolled my eyes. “So, Reid. Sleeping with the enemy. How’d that go?”
“Felt good.” Reid pulled to a halt and raised his hand. “Beau.”
“Seeing as we have a bye and you don’t have a game...party night?”
I groaned. “You have no idea how bad Coach worked us. But no fucking game, right?”
Beau nodded, falling into step with me as the other two dropped back. “Yeah, heard about that. Might have gotten you boys some free points on the board.”
“Huh?” I jerked when his phone pressed into my stomach.
“Watch.”
I pressed play on the video loaded up, watching faces I knew well enough from the last two years playing the opposing team to recognise them. And everyone one of them was covered in dots. Most looked healthy otherwise, though tired. A few scratched at their rashy spots.
“What am I looking at?’ I frowned. “I know they’re sick.”
Beau smirked. “Not sick, brother. Our little pledge slipped in and changed out their soaps with some chemical his family has developed for decades. Industrial cleaner. The sort that shouldn’t come into contact with skin because of irritation but isn’t the fatal sort. We think.” He closed his phone, though his smirk remained.
Shit, we should have been more specific on the three impossible tasks.
I scrubbed my hands over my face. “You’re saying not only did he–wait, who was it?”
“Aaron.”
“Aaron, really? Okay, so he gave them the impression they were all down with chicken pox, but he also made them forfeit a game?” My incredulity spread into a broad grin. “After the shit they pulled with me months back, I’m good with it.”
“Agreed.”
My lips twisted. “Reid fucked a Blackstone bunny. Thinks he’s sick.”
Beau turned to glance at Reid and back to me, his face impassive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t spread this around until Monday. Maybe Tuesday.”
I snorted. “You’re on. Party, you say?”
Beau smiled.
Suddenly my training aches didn’t seem so bad.
