The Revenge Games Duet

Another loud rumble from the crowd. Mom’s almost in tears, quick to wipe them away as she downs another beer. Dad looks equally emotional, rubbing his eyes with a dirty napkin from the table.

Those two are unbelievable.

“To Emmy… you’re my fucking sister for life. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else shooting out of Mom’s vagina. Vagina log ride for life!” He raises his glass as every laughs.

I scrunch up my face at the godawful speech. Mom’s vagina did not need attention and it’s not helping that she finds it equally hilarious.

“And to this guy…” He points at Logan with a proud smile, holding his glass to his chest. “My brother for fucking life. No one will ever come between us.”

The crowd roars until Ash yells drinks on him. I don’t think he’s thinking straight. The pub’s at full capacity and it’ll cost him a fortune. I should say something, but choose to teach the moron a lesson by ordering a drink myself.

Poppy and I hang out with the fans who join us. They’re a cool bunch, eager to chat, but not so eager it’s creepy. We drink some rounds, talk about the show, sing along to the songs that scream over the speakers. We do a live Facebook video. Probably not the brightest idea but still a lot of fun.

We crawl to another pub and by the time we get there, we begin losing people to the copious amounts of alcohol entering their body.

“Kid, we’re heading back to the hotel,” Mom slurs while Dad’s almost passed out at the table.

“Did you want me to take you?” I ask, a little worried that Dad looks legless. “No, you stay here. Join us for breakfast tomorrow before our flight leaves?”

I kiss her cheek and follow her to the street to call for a cab. Logan follows with his coach, Dad in between them as they carry him to where the cab waits.

“Are you sure we can’t help you, Mom?”

She shakes her head. “Enjoy the night, kid. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Mom.”

The cab drives off and we’re standing on the street watching it drive away. Coach Bennett calls it a night, reminding Logan he needs to be at the studio by half-past ten tomorrow for a segment.

It’s just after two in the morning. The streets are deserted with only a few drunken people stumbling around. The night air is crisp, prompting me to fold my arms to shield out the cold.

“I’ve got a room at the hotel the next block over. You cab it, I’ll walk it.” He slips something into the back pocket of my jeans. “And by the way, you look damn sexy in that jersey.”

“I’ll keep it on just for you,” I tease. “But what about Ash and Poppy?”

The two of them are surrounded by a small crowd, laughing and telling awful jokes that everyone finds hilarious.

I tell Logan I need to say goodbye to Poppy, so I head inside to talk to her. “Pop, we need to talk for a sec.”

I pull her to the ladies’ restroom, checking the stalls to make sure they’re empty. “I need you to cover for me.”

“Okay? Like a secret mission. Oh, how exciting!”

“Not really,” I drag. “I’m staying at another hotel tonight.”

“Oh, I understand. The housekeeping is tardy at our hotel.” She nods agreeing. “Did you know that I found several pubic hairs on my pillow? I mean, why on the pillow? I’m not a princess but switching rooms seems like the best option.”

“I’m sleeping with Logan,” I blurt out.

There’s a giant pause, her eyes wide in shock. “Um… right. Logan as in—”

“Logan, as in... Logan. I know what you’re thinking, I’m a cheater because of Wesley.”

“Honestly, Em?” She rests her hand on my shoulder, easing the tension. “I know things aren’t great with you and Wes, and rumors are a rife about how he’s treated you. No judgment from me.”

“Oh, Pop...” I hug her tight, almost in tears. “It feels good to tell someone.”

“So, are you like serious?”