Depends On Who's Asking (SWAT Generation 2.0 12)

“Y’all are so fuckin’ gross!” Louis cried out as he tried to wipe the slobber that the ladies were leaving away. “Oh my God! You’re leaving lipstick on me!”

The ladies started to pull off one by one, leaving his wife only to press a kiss to Louis’ lips, who definitely didn’t complain about that one. He swept his arm around Calloway’s back and pulled her in close, pressing himself fully against her before sweeping her up into his arms and taking a seat in his original spot.

We all looked at Louis who was definitely sporting multiple shades of lipstick.

“This is great,” he grumbled as he wiped his face off.

Carolina headed back to her seat but stopped before she could get to me. “Do you want something to drink? I’m really thirsty.”

I nodded. I would like something to drink.

She patted my shoulder and slipped through the spot between me and her chair, rubbing her sweet little ass against my arm before disappearing two tables over to pull a couple of beers out of the inflated sleigh that was filled with ice and cold beer.

She walked back over to me with a sway to her hips that had me studying the way the skirt brushed mid-thigh.

When she got to me, she handed the beer to me and took her seat.

I took it, twisted the top off, then handed it back to her.

She smiled at me with a wide grin and handed me the unopened beer.

“That’s sweet and all,” Bourne drawled as he watched the two of us. “But we always used to have to give our drinks to Carolina to open when we were younger. For some reason she was always able to get the drinks uncapped when we couldn’t. She’s probably better at that than you are.”

I glanced over at Carolina who grinned. “I think it’s the little hands. I have more power per square inch.” She held her hand up to show me.

I caught her hand with mine and folded it into my fist, holding on as Louis finally stopped kissing his wife long enough for us to continue.

Malachi was next up.

But instead of going to the table, he walked over to me and stole Louis’ emergency underpants out of my hand.

“Hey!” Louis cried, moving his wife to her own seat and glaring at Malachi. “What the fuck?”

“I think this wouldn’t be a bad thing to have around.” He handed it over to Sierra.

Sierra rolled her eyes while Louis gagged. “Gross!”

Louis stood up and picked another gift up from the table and ripped into it with just as much enthusiasm as the one before it. When he read the bottle—my gift—he started to laugh uncontrollably.

My lips twitched at the irony of the situation.

“Poo Pouri?” he wheezed. “Who the fuck got this?”

I raised my hand.

He looked at me for a long moment, trying to decide if I was serious, then bent over at the waist and wheezed out even more laughs.

He sounded like a wounded water buffalo.

Jesus Christ, but the irony of the situation was getting to me, too.

Carolina was wiping her eyes free of tears as she continued to shake her head.

“I don’t even know what to say,” she cried. “Oh, God.”

“See, this is when I think that I’ve only gotten half the story again,” Calloway whined.

Louis opened his mouth to tell her probably what he told her last time, but Calloway shut him up with her hand on his mouth. “Shut up before I geld you and make this baby of yours that I’m carrying an only child.”

Louis licked her hand and she pulled it away before wiping it on his chest.

Both were smiling.

“I’ll tell you later, baby,” he said. “Now, who’s next?”

Who was next happened to be me.

I got up and got the next gift, opening it up to find a beer of the month subscription.

“Umm.” I looked at it in confusion. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s a beer of the month subscription,” Adam answered. “It still has three months left. You’re welcome. I really liked the random beer that they sent.”

I laughed and dropped the paper onto the table in front of me.

Carolina leaned in and read the paper, shaking her head with amusement.

When she started to lean back into her chair, I curled my arm around her and pulled her in tight.

The rest of the presents weren’t any less amusing, and by the time that the game was over, everyone had gotten a present that they liked. Everyone but Ford who’d ended up with the dead fish.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” Ford thrust the fish into Nathan’s face.

Nathan batted it away and poked him in the chest.

“Take it to Pet World and tell them that the fish died within an hour of having it, and you want a replacement fish. If it makes you feel better, I’ll even go with you and do the dirty work,” Nathan joked.