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“You know what list.”
Kevin laughed at that, certain Percy meant the long list of kinky fantasies he’d described for hours in the car. He happened to glance up at a poster beside the TV, and his laughter faded.
It was the movie poster forRudyand in it, Sean Astin was walking across a football field with a bag of gear. Other signed memorabilia was clustered all around it. There were more photos of the cast in their football gear, and Kevin’s heart sank down deep into his gut.
He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the overwhelming frustration and despair that settled over him.
It wasn’t his memory.
This was the damn bar where they filmed part of the movie, and his fractured recollection of struggling to join the team was part of the damn plot.
“Never mind.” Kevin scooted his stool back. “This place was a waste of time. I’ve never fucking been here. Let’s go.”
“Oh no. Absolutely not.” Percy wagged his finger, and Kevin’s stool jerked forward. “After nearly twelve hours in that wretchedly rusty death trap, I need the beautiful elixir of life that is Malibu rum, pineapple juice, orange juice, blue curacao, and if the bartender is worth a hair on a frog’s ass, a squeeze of lime juice, to cure my currently sour disposition. We’re not goinganywhere.”
As if summoned by Percy’s wrath, the bartender set down two big glasses full of blue liquid decorated with fruit slices and little umbrellas. “Here we go, gentlemen. You enjoy.”
“Come to papa,” Percy crooned as he snatched one of the glasses.
“Oh fuck.” Kevin grimaced as he pulled the other glass close for inspection. “What the hell is this?” He stared at it as if the bartender had put an eyeball in it. “Is that a Blue Hurricane? Really? This is, like, college girl on spring break who wants to get wasted but can’t stand the taste of booze.”
“Shush.” Percy took a long sip, sagged, and sighed happily. “The college girl is busy enjoying her delicious drink now, thank you.” He polished off the rest of the drink in mere seconds, and he was already waving at the bartender for another.
Kevin made a face but leaned in to suck experimentally at the straw. He’d made this drink for the sort of girls who liked to squeal at him when he was on stage at Ripley’s, but he’d never actually tried one. He was instantly struck by the wave of fruit flavors, and it wasn’t half bad.
“Finish your delicious college girl drink and then tell me why coming here is a waste of time,” Percy said firmly.
Kevin took another sip, though he wasn’t anywhere close to being done. He pointed at theRudyshrine on the wall. “Look. Part of the best football movie ever was filmed here.”
“What?” Percy followed where Kevin was pointing and then he snorted. “We followed your warm fuzzies to another damn movie memory?”
“Apparently.” Kevin sulked, taking another big slurp. It really was delicious, but he wasn’t planning to let Percy know how much he was enjoying it. “I don’t get it. Why would I come here?”
“I have no idea. But if you get any warm fuzzies about visiting Gotham, I hate to tell you… it’s not a real place.”
“Yeah, I get it. I’m not Batman.” Kevin scowled and sucked at his drink until it was just ice at the bottom. Then he slurped it extra loudly out of frustration. His stupid angelic fuzzies had cost them an entire day of driving for nothing. “So what now? You wanna hit the road or hang here for a while?”
“Well, we did come all this way. Certainly we should enjoy what little this charming watering hole has to offer.” Percy nodded his thanks as the bartender brought them fresh drinks and took away the empty ones. He slid his hand over to squeeze Kevin’s thigh. “Come now, my sweet peaches. Turn that frown upside down. You did say the best football movie ever was filmed here. We should make the most of it. Take selfies. Deface something. Whatever it is people do.”
Kevin smiled, and he put his hand over Percy’s. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re here. We can at least get drunk in Rudy’s bar, right?” He grabbed the new drink. “You play pool?”
“I’ll play anything, as long as it’s with you, peaches.”
“You’re almost sounding kinda sweet.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll pass.” Percy winked. “There’s a table open. Let’s go.”
Kevin squeezed Percy’s hand before he slid off his stool.
He nudged Percy and grabbed his drink, crossing the bar to the empty pool table. He took a long drink from his glass and then set it down on a small nearby table. “You want me to rack ’em?”
“Help yourself,” Percy replied, raising his glass. “I’ll supervise from here.”
Kevin collected the balls to place them in the rack, switching them around as needed to get them in order. When he was done, he dragged the rack into place, leaning over the table to make a few adjustments.
“I will say,” Percy teased from behind him, “the view back here is lovely.”
Smirking, Kevin stuck out his ass much farther than he needed to. “What was that?” He glanced over his shoulder to wink at Percy, lifting the rack away from the table.
