“Your mom?” Snyder chided.
“Another comment like that and you’re going to be eating my fist than shitting it when I pummel your ass.”
“Do you two ever stop arguing? You’re like an old married couple.”
“Fuck that. He couldn’t handle all this,” I joked, motioning to my body.
“You’re right, I’d shoot you the second we were alone. You annoy the fuck out of me.”
“The feeling is most definitely mutual.”
We glared at each other, then went back to sipping our beers.
“What the hell is up with you two?” Sandman questioned.
“Hall Pass blues, my friend.” The second it slipped from my lips I knew I fucked up.
Sandman almost spit out his beer. “What did you just say?”
Snyder punched me fucking hard with his good hand, instantly making me regret learning to talk.
“Good job, idiot. Man, you couldn’t keep a secret to save your life.”
“What the fuck did you two do?” Sandman snapped.
“Shasta.” I couldn’t hide my smile because I was damn proud to be a part of the Hall Pass brotherhood.
Snyder punched me again. “Keep your fucking stupid mouth shut, Clash.”
Sandman dropped his voice, looking around the desolate room to see if anyone was listening. “How the fuck did that happen?”
“This guy tempted her into his bed, I, on the other hand, blackmailed her.”
“And yet you sound proud of that fact,” Snyder griped.
“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” I replied, slinking back in my seat. “And I’ll do it again too, if the opportunity presents itself.”
Sandman looked between us. “Is that why she’s suddenly up Sabbath’s ass?”
We both shrugged.
“No clue. She just stopped talking to us,” Snyder informed him. “Now she avoids us like the plague.”
Snyder smiled smugly. “She may avoid you like the plague, but I still get eye fucks from her all the time.”
The fact that Shasta and Snyder were still connected in a way she refused to connect with me in, made me green with envy. I thought we were both getting the cold shoulder, now it looked like it was just me.
“So, what are you going to do about Lindy, Sandman?”
“Nothing. Sit here and drink my woes away.”
“You could fuck them away. That always works for me,” I joked. “Bianca’s in my room naked. You could go in there and get a piece from her, I’m sure.”
“No thanks. It’s a known fact that she’s your girl.”
“She’s just a girl I fuck.”
“More than anyone else,” Snyder observed.