Page 93 of The Vacation Mix-Up
“I like that spa voucher,” she says before glaring and pointing at the brothers. “And you two aren’t getting it.”
Cackling like an evil witch, Paul rubs his hands together. “Fighting words. I love it! Watch out, boys. This one means business.” He cackles again, scans his list of truths and dares, then stares Riles down. “Are you ready?”
She nods. “Yes. Lay it on us.”
“Do the robot dance.”
A shiver runs the length of my spine, so I drag my hand through my hair, gripping it hard as I step back. I don’t dance, let alone on a stage in front of people.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Riles says, snagging my T-shirt.
“You asked for dare, so—” I sweep my hand to her. “—take it away!”
Her skin pales. “What’s the robot dance?”
“You don’t know what the robot dance is?”
“Should I?”
“You’re a millennial, aren’t you?”
“So?”
“So… you should know the robot dance.” I flatten my hands and subtly chop them.
“Oh! The robot dance. I do know that!” Locking her elbows and flattening her own hands, she proceeds to stomp about the stage, turning her head from side to side as she swivels back andforth, one arm swinging like a pendulum when she stops and hunches over.
Laughing, because she’s a lunatic—albeit an adorable one—I slow-clap for her, impressed but also thrilled I didn’t have to take one for the team.
She straightens her back and steeples her hands in prayer, eyes pleading with Paul. “Did I do it right?”
“I don’t know,” he says. “Audience, what do we think?”
They all cheer, and Riles throws her arms in the air.
“Great job, C-3PO.” I hold up my hand for a high-five, but she slaps it away.
“At least I did it after you chickened out. We’re supposed to be a team.”
I gawk at her.
“Man up, builder boy.”
Jesus!
She stings worse than a bee, perhaps sheisMuhammad Riley.
“Brooklyn bros, how’s it hangin’ over there?” Paul scurries toward them and offers the microphone for their response.
“It’s hangin’ well,” Levi says, glancing down at his junk.
Riles gags. “Gross!”
“Good to know,” Paul says. “So, what will it be? Truth or dare?”
Darius puffs his chest. “Dare!”
“I had a feeling you’d say that.”
