Page 78 of Face Off
TWENTY-TWO
MAVERICK
Professional stick handlers
Me
Closed toed shoes tonight.
Easy E
Can I come shirtless?
Hudson
No.
G-Money
Pantsless?
Hudson
No
Easy E
We’re going to start calling you Daddy soon.
Hudson
No
G-Money
Come on, Hud!!!! We beat Chicago!!! We deserve to celebrate a little!
Hudson
By taking off your clothes?
*Redheaded Assassin has left the chat*
*Easy E has added Redheaded Assassin to the chat*
Easy E
I can play this game all day, Emmy.
Of all the places in the world I could’ve seen Emerson after we got back from Chicago, an ax-throwing outing labeled team bonding wouldn’t have been my pick.
Somewhere with less weapons would’ve been ideal. A place where she can’t throw something at my head if I look at her with bedroom eyes when she shows up in a pair of jeans I already know are going to drive me wild, but I didn’t have a lot of say in the matter.
“Are you okay, Mavvy?” Hudson asks. He signs a waiver and hands the clipboard back to the teenage kid behind the desk. “You look a little pale.”
“All good. Coach has had some unique ideas in the years that he’s been with us here in DC, but this one might take the cake.”
“It has something to do with trust. He mentioned we’re not playing like we have each other’s backs, but that’s bullshit. I’d run through fire for you all, and I know you’d do the same for me.”
