Page 26 of Love Undiscovered
“You’re a rugby virgin, darlin’,” he said with a grin.
I took another deep drink from the trophy mug and wait for my explanation.
He grabbed my trophy mug and took a drink himself. Though his drink equated to over half the glass.
“Let me get us both another beer and I’ll answer all your other questions.”
I looked around the room while he was gone. There weren’t many people at this end of the kitchen, but a huge group was gathered around the keg at the other end. The living room, which I could see through the pass-thru window over the sink, was packed with people. And the air held the faint stench of old, spilled beer already.
Chance returned and handed me my beer. I took a big drink, then asked, “How’d you get through that crowd so quick?”
“I’m the rugby captain,” he said as though the answer was obvious. “Which also makes me your King.”
I took another drink and motioned for him to continue with his explanation.
“Ok, we won the Division One All Collegiate Championship, which is a huge fucking deal. So, we have a huge fucking party.” He paused for a beer break, and I downed almost a quarter of my mug in the time it took him to drain over half of his.
Then he continued, “At the party, a Queen is designated by the King, and the King is always the captain of the team, which this year is me. And, not to brag, but I’m also Collegiate All-American two years running now.”
He puffed out his chest slightly. It’s obvious that he’s proud of this even though I have no idea what it is. I widened my eyes. “Cool.” And then drank more of my beer.
“The Queen is always the hottest chick at the party. I knew as soon as I saw you, you were the hottest chick here. So you’re my Queen.”
I had to smile at that.
“Thank you for the compliment, but that doesn’t explain my shoes.”
“Oh, well the guys drink beer from your shoes as a sign of your royal status. You are the Queen and they are your willing servants.”
“I like that.” My anger about my shoes dulled a bit by my beer consumption.
“The Queen is so special to us, that her feet cannot touch the ground, it’s too ordinary. Which is why we carry her around all night. And, she gets to order people around and they have to do what she says, no matter what. The best part being she picks who gets nectar, and who gets swill.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” I said, taking another drink.
“That’s a rugby party, baby doll. You ready?”
“Why? What happens next?”
“Well, I sure as fuck don’t carry you around all night. We’ve got guys for that. Two will put you on their shoulders, not the same two all night, there are three sets of guys. At the end of the night we have a little ritual, and up until then you just hang out, order people around, and have a great time. Sound good?”
“Sounds good!” I moved to take another drink and was surprised to find that the trophy mug was already empty and I felt good. Really good.
Chance transferred me from the countertop to the shoulders of two other guys. I had one butt cheek on each shoulder. But instead of feeling precariously perched, I felt stable. And invincible. Each guy had a stronghold on my thigh, I was going nowhere.
Chance bent to one knee in front of us.
“Your wish is my command, My Queen. Pray tell, which poor peasant in your realm should be forced to drink swill and which should be honored to fill your cup with nectar?”
I giggled at his word choices.
I never giggled.
Not sure why, it was fun.
I found the blonde who was hanging off Chance’s arm earlier and pointed to her, “You, fair maiden, will drink swill!” Her mouth dropped open and she gave me a dirty look.
I pointed to Chance. “And you, My King, please fill me with your nectar,” I said, feeling a little loose, not really knowing what I was saying, but enjoying it nonetheless.
