Page 171 of Duty and Desire
“The fun-loving kind who’s only inappropriate when discussing women who are bitches and on occasion waxing poetic about a spectacular blowjob,” Mag put in.
Lottie watched him say this and again looked at Mo. “I’ve decided I totally like him.”
Mag chuckled and moved to the fridge.
“What are you doin’ here anyway?” Mo asked his roommate. “Aren’t you on mission?”
“Nope, it’s done. Finished the debrief and now I’m gonna shotgun a beer then haul my ass to Coors Field for a day game. Meeting Boone there,” Mag stated, tagging a beer from the fridge and turning to them. “You guys wanna come?”
Hell no.
“Mo has to pay his bills online and then I have to do a deep dive into his psyche as to why he put up with women like Tammy before he met me and after that we’re gonna have a fuck-a-thon. I don’t think we can fit it in our schedule. But thanks,” Lottie answered for them.
Mag held his beer in hand and stared at her through all this.
Then he shot a shit-eating grin at Mo and announced, “I fucking hate you. You got the only good one left.”
He might be right about that.
And Mo was down for the fuck-a-thon.
The rest?
“You want Lottie doing a deep dive in your psyche?” Mo asked.
“If I didn’t think you’d pull my balls out through my throat, I’d share I would give it up about Nikki if I got all the rest.”
“Nikki?” Lottie asked.
“You shouldn’t have gone there, brother,” Mo muttered.
Mag looked to Lottie. “How’s this? You don’t treat him like a piece of shit,” he tilted his head to Mo, “I’ll bust out my good Scotch and drown my sorrows while crying on your shoulder andlaying my broken heart at your feet. You do end up treating him like shit, Axl, Aug, Boone and me will build an effigy of you and burn it, like we did Tammy, because apparently that works.”
“I’ll take that deal,” Lottie immediately replied.
“Well, all right,” Mag said quietly, eyeing Mo’s woman up now with open approval.
They shared a moment of solidarity and Mo let them do that before he reminded his friend, “Weren’t you gonna shotgun that beer and then get the fuck outta here?”
“Right, I have plans.”
He then took out his army knife, set the beer on its side on the counter, slipped out the blade, shoved it in the bottom side of the can and put the hole to his mouth before pulling the cap, downing the brew like he was eighteen years old and standing in the living room of a frat house.
Mag gave out a big, “Ah,” when he was done, crunched the can and tossed it in the recycling before he strolled to his bedroom, saying, “If you’re behind closed doors, I’ll lock up when I go out and catch you two on the flipside.”
And then he shut his door behind him.
Mo looked from Mag’s door to Lottie.
“Nikki?” she asked.
He knew she wouldn’t let that go.
“I’ll explain later.”
“Scale of one to ten with Tammy being a five, what’s my challenge?” she asked.
“Eighty-two. He was gone for her. Lost. Couldn’t find his own ass if she was in the same room. And she was for him too, if he’d give up his job and go work at a bank or something.”
