He’s so sincere, I can’t help but to try and believe him.
“Just my icebreaker, but yeah, fine.” I screw the cap on and pull a tobacco rolled cigarette fr
om my purse as he lifts a brow.
“It’s not a real joint. It’s just a prop.”
“And it does not help your cause at all. Now you’ll look like Mrs. Doubtfire smoking a joint.”
An hour later, we’re both feeling a bit warm and fuzzy as we circle the party avoiding clouds of weed. This shindig is being hosted by not one, but two large neighboring houses that have joined backyards. Several fire pits warm us all while scantily-dressed fairies walk around passing out shots. It’s clear this party’s been orchestrated by a group of campus professionals. Theo and I are both impressed.
I study the fire pit we’re standing at as we warm our hands. “I’m totally going to do this at home.”
“What?”
“Look.” I kick at the bag. “All they did to build the pit was to soak the concrete bags in the package, stack them in this cool pattern, and paint over them. Boom. Fire pit. And it looks legit.”
Theo inspects the bags. “Pretty smart.”
“Bet they got the idea off Pinterest. I’m going to build one for me and Momma. We love a good fire.”
“I’ll help you.”
“I can handle it.”
He frowns and starts to speak when his name is called from a few feet away.
“Houseman!” A guy approaches in a similar kilt toting his girlfriend behind him. She’s a cute blonde who’s dressed in old school running shorts, a Sun Drop T-shirt, and red headband.
“Oh my God, I love it! Sun Drop girl!” The guy lifts his hands and starts beatboxing Snoop Dogg’s “Drop It Like It’s Hot” as she starts to awkwardly white girl break-it down.
“That’s awesome,” I declare through my laughter as she executes a horrible version of the worm. “I wish I’d thought of it.”
“Thanks,” she says with a grin.
“Okay, Houseman, I’m calling bullshit on two guys who just so happen to have kilts lying around the house.”
“Gotta keep the mystery alive,” Theo says just as the girl goes to speak up. “Zach, Lindsey, this is Laney.”
“Helllluuurrr!” I say energetically looking at them both with hope for recognition.
“Mrs. Doubtfire!” They say in unison as Theo looks over at me with raised ‘I told you so’ brows and I drop my head in defeat.
“Not Mrs. Doubtfire?” Zach says with a chuckle. “Then, who?”
“Don’t you dare tell them,” I threaten Theo. “Sorry, but you’re gonna have to guess.”
They both shake their heads.
“No idea.”
“Not a clue.”
“It will come to you,” I assure them.
They both shrug, well, Lindsey more like shudders rubbing her arms against the cool night air.
Zach pulls her close to him. “Cold, baby?”