Page 94 of A Second Chance At Forever

“Strip poker, I’m guessing.” I shrugged.

The house was destroyed. Not only was the house littered with trash, but people were asleep everywhere.

I ran my hand through my hair while looking over the living room crowded with sleeping people. “How about some coffee?”

Lennox nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good place to start.”

We both turned for the kitchen but came to a stop when our eyes landed on the local baseball teams mascot, a giant beaver, lying on the kitchen floor.

“Is someone in that thing?” Lennox bent over poking the giant beaver.

“Let’s find out.” I moved around her and pulled on the head, but it wouldn’t come off.

Just then Dane and Alissa made their way down the stairs and over to the coffee pot, not even seeing the giant beaver laying in the middle of the floor.

Lennox and I looked at each other before looking over to them. “Does someone want to tell me what the hell went on here last night?”

“What?” Alissa asked, turning and finally noticing the beaver lying in the floor. “What the fuck is that? A gopher?”

I rubbed my temples. “Okay, what the fuck happened after we left the party?”

Dane started laughing for the first time.

I knew whatever he was about to say wouldn’t be good. I was almost afraid to ask. “What?”

“It’s a really funny story, actually.” Dane stepped over the beaver and sat down at the island with his coffee.

“What’s a funny story, Dane?” I placed my hands on the island, supporting my weight as I leaned over to glare at him.

“Well,” he brushed his dark hair from his eyes before looking directly at me. “For some reason, Sarah had it in her head that she could beat me at beer pong,” he laughed. “I own a fucking bar. She didn’t know who she was messing with.” He shook his head.

“Are you telling me that’s Sarah in there?” Lennox asked, smile growing wider.

Dane nodded while laughing.

I shook my head. “How did Sarah get in the costume, Dane? Where did she even get the costume?”

Dane looked at us like we were all stupid. “I had it in my trunk.”

“Why would you have that in your trunk?” Alissa asked, sitting down beside him.

Dane let out a long breath. “I went to a baseball game, awhile back. I was sitting back, minding my own business, when this little punk started shit with me.”

“The beaver, you mean?” I asked to clarify.

“Yeah, so anyway, we got into a little bit of a heated discussion. He called me a drunk asshole so I took the head off and punched him in the face. Then he thought he had balls, so he jumped on me and we got into a little bit of a fight,” Dane waved his hand in front of his face like that wasn’t the point of the story. “I took the costume and left the guy in his underwear. It’s just been in my trunk ever since.” He shrugged.

“How did you take the head off? The head doesn’t come off, Mason just tried pulling on it.” Lennox moved in closer, interested in the story.

“Oh, it comes off. It just won’t come off of her because I glued it on.” His smile grew and became even more wicked.

Alissa, Lennox, and I all took a sudden breath before we all started laughing.

Trent stumbled into the room. “Man, she’s still stuck in that thing?”

None of us could contain our laughter.

“Yeah, you guys think it’s funny. Try explaining this to her mom when we go pick up Macy.”

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