man. You’re the one who couldn’t—” X started to say.
Flipper chucked a drumstick at the back of his fiery head with impressive accuracy.
“Ow! Fuck, man!” howled X.
“Turn off the fuckin’ AC!”
“You lost the wager,” emerged Phil’s voice from inside his hoodie.
Jason was cracking up.
Flipper ominously pointed his remaining drumstick at Phil. “Callate la boca, hibrido sucio!”
Lili gasped. “Oh my God!”
“What?” hissed Alys.
“He just called Phil a filthy half-breed!”
Sheri snorted with laughter. “Yeah, like that’s the worst thing Flipper’s ever called him.”
“Filthy half-breed?” whispered Alys.
“Phil’s mom was a Choctaw, like full-blooded,” I replied.
Surprised, she looked at Phil. “Huh…well, no wonder he’s so fucking gorgeous.”
“Right?”
Just then, Flipper noticed us on the other side of the glass and his face broke into a wicked, mischievous grin.
“Well, hello, ladies!” he crowed. Being the spritely fellow he was, he jumped to his feet and dashed from behind his drums, arms waving in the air.
Motherfucker was butt-ass naked! X, Jason, and Phil all swiveled their heads toward us, eyes widening, jaws going slack.
“Look!” shouted Flipper. “It’s so cold in here my pinga has become a panocha!”
He bounded over to the door and wrenched it open before any of the guys could react. Blasting us with a gust of icy air, Flipper leaped out, arms and legs akimbo. Twisting his hips, he made his cold, lifeless little pecker flop from side to side.
We erupted into sidesplitting guffaws. Alys quickly slipped into silent laugh mode, her nostrils flaring, eyes leaking, mouth gaping.
“It’s pierced!” choked Lili.
“You ladies like my vajazzle? It’s cute, yeah?”
“Dude!” shouted X.
I sagged against the wall, clutching my poor belly, my own eyes leaking. Next to me, Sheri ripped a very unladylike snort, which set us off even more.
“Who wants to touch my clit piercing?” shouted Flipper. “Anyone?” Swiveling his hips, his cock spun like a tassel.
We were done for. Both Alys and I sank to the floor. Lili clutched the wall with one hand, her stomach with the other. Sheri had both hands covering her mouth, positively howling with laughter.
Flipper pranced up and flapped it around our heads. “See it sparkle?”
“Oy!” shouted Phil.
There was the sound of a stool being kicked back and scraping the floor.
“It’s like a roll of pennies!” I squealed.
“Run, Flipper!” shouted Lili.
Not needing to be told twice, Flipper tore down the hallway, firm little ass bouncing, arms waving around above his head. “Zoom, zoom, zoom! Vajazzle!”
Phil plowed through the doorway, the look on his face thunderous, and narrowly missed his little Mexican drummer. X and Jason were right on Phil’s heels, clogging up the doorway.
Lili was on her hands and knees, pounding the floor with her fist.
“I can’t breathe!” I gasped, wheezing and laughing.
“Me…neither!” choked Alys.
“Vajazzle!” shouted Lili.
The four of us lost it all over again.
Jason couldn’t contain it anymore. He snorted—and whistled—with laughter. “Shit.”
Lili cracked up harder, pointing at him.
Then, all three of them joined in on the hysterics, Jason’s busted nose whistling the whole time. It was at least ten minutes before the laughter subsided, by which time the guys were on the floor with us.
Phil sat across from me, his back up against the glass wall, forearms resting on his bent knees. He had a boyish smile on his face that was doing funny thing to my insides. Our eyes met, and my world burst into the vibrant color palette only he inspired. He stretched his hand out toward me, and I took it, bridging the narrow hallway.
“I missed you,” he told me softly, as though we were the only people there.
Smiling and maybe blushing slightly, I told him, “I missed you, too.”
Jason rolled onto his back, placing his head in Sheri’s lap. “My fuckin’ face hurts,” he said with a giggle.
When I looked back at Phil, his eyes burned with a light I couldn’t begin to describe. That look turned my insides to warm jelly and set my heart tripping. Grasping tighter at my hand, he pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest.
Lili lay back with her head on Alys’s lap while X watched Alys twirl a tendril of Lili’s hair, his own eyes burning with a strange light. I had the impression Alys was trying to ignore it.
“How was dinner?” Phil’s deep voice rumbled softly through my back.
“Awesome,” I replied.
Alys, Lili, and Sheri sighed.
Jason snorted and whistled.
“So, who do we thank for paying for us?” asked Lili.
“We all chipped in,” said X, his eyes not leaving Alys’s face.
“Thanks,” I said, leaning my head back on Phil’s shoulder. “This evening was truly wonderful.”
His arms