Page 38 of Pucking Dirty

"Jesus Christ," Jordan growls from the opposite side of the table, scowling at Logan. "If she shows up in the locker room while we're changing again, I'm kicking your ass. We still haven't recovered from last time she came in, insults blazing."

"It will be his fault," I agree.

"You are a little shit-stirrer, aren't you?" Logan asks, amusement heavy in his voice.

"Takes real to recognize real, Moreno."

Archer laughs abruptly from his other side. "She has you pegged to a fucking T, man."

"Fine. I'll consider dropping by your office." Logan holds up a finger. "But only to say hey. Not to discuss shit."

"Fine. Then I'll consider not barging into the locker room again," I say sweetly.

Jordan shakes his head, laughing quietly. "You're a fucking terrorist, you know that?"

"Stop flirting with my girl, Silvestri," Nash growls, stepping up behind me. He places a hand on my shoulder, sending a shiver through me.

"Get fucked, Whatley," Jordan retorts, flipping him off. "You're the one who ran off and left her here all alone. You're lucky I'm the one sitting here and not River."

"I went to the bathroom, you dick."

Jordan shrugs, picking up his beer. "Like I said, you left her alone in a bar with River."

"Fuck," Nash mumbles, his worried eyes coming to me. "Was he a problem for you?"

"No." I laugh quietly. "I haven't even seen him, Nash. Jordan is just messing with you."

"River left an hour ago," Micah says.

"Thank God," Nash mutters, pulling me up out of the booth. "I don't want you anywhere near him."

"Sucks for you. I'm his staff psychologist too." It's not like I can't handle River anyway. He flirts with everything that moves, but he's not a Chad by any means. He's just…deflecting. He thinks if he talks a big game, no one will look beyond it to the stuff he doesn't want them to see. Eventually, he'll realize that he's causing more problems for himself than he's solving.

Nash scowls at me.

"Don't even start, Whatley," I warn him. "I can handle River. You worry about yourself."

"I like her more every time I see her," Micah mutters. "She has brass balls."

"Jealous because mine are bigger than yours, Erikson?"

"You wish, Lariat."

"Uh, I've seen yours." I bat my lashes at him. "Mine are definitely bigger."

Jordan stands abruptly. "And that's my cue to get the fuck out of here."

"We should get going too," Nash murmurs.

"We should all head out," Archer says, setting his beer on the table. "Flight leaves early in the morning."

"Don't remind me," Logan growls, glancing across the table at Peyton. "You ready to go, angel?"

"Stop calling me that, Logan."

"Sure." He shrugs. "Just as soon as you stop looking like one, baby."

She rolls her eyes, sliding out of the booth. "It was nice to meet everyone. See you later." She shoots a death glare at Logan before stomping toward the door.

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