Page 61 of Pucked Together

"Really?" I mouth to Keelan.

But he's already gearing up, doing some crazy footwork. I stand there with my arms crossed, probably looking more like an idiot than Keelan right now. He's doing a windmill right in my face, and his legs almost hit me before he lands perfectly back on his feet and strikes a pose, throwing it to me.

"No," I tell him.

"Do it, B," Keelan's eyes have that crazy look in them, and I seriously wonder how the hell I got myself involved with a friend who is this ridiculous.

"I don't dance. You know this," I stay firmly in place.

He gets closer to me so only I can hear him, " You want to date my sister? You gotta dance with me first!"

"What? That doesn't even make any—"

"Do it, B. You want to get off my shit list?"

I shake my head. This is unbelievable. The crowd behind me starts heckling.

"Don't let the people down, man." Keelan is dancing circles around me. Moonwalking.

The asshat.

I'm about to give in when a small tug on my arm gets my attention.

"I got this," Izzy says, stepping in front of me. Her tiny frame acted as a barrier between me and her insane brother.

"What are you doing?"

"This is between me and my brother, Goalie-zilla."

What the hell is wrong with these two!?

She pushes me back and stands in front of her brother with her arms crossed over her chest, the same way I was.

He's still dancing around like a lunatic, and she starts cracking her neck.

Hicks is at the DJ booth shouting something at DJ Nova.

"She's what?" Nova comes back on the mic. Hicks shouts again. "Oooh! Things just got real. Looks like Keelan Landry is being challenged by his very own flesh and blood, folks. A Landry vs. Landry showdown!"

"Holy shit!" Fergie is going wild behind me. Beer goes flying into the air from all around.

Surely, Thor's not going to like this.

Izzy and Keelan are now face to face, dancing like warriors gearing up for battle. I haven't seen a crowd go this crazy at any of our games.

The Landrys sure have a way of revving a crowd up.

The two of them are in sync, toprocking and battling it out in front of the entire club.

At one point, they're doing the exact same moves at each other, and it looks like they've practiced it for years. It goes from a battle to a choreographed dance that they are fully enjoying.

"Now we got pro-blems, and I don't think we can so-olve 'em..."

The crowd is singing along as the two blow it up on the dance floor. When the chorus comes back the entire club joins them, everyone pumping their arms to the catchy song. And at the end, everyone bursts into cheers.

What the hell just happened?

Rina is next to me, sipping on her drink. Watching the siblings like I am.