Page 69 of Offensive Plays

Zane pops in last, “If we were going to a strip club do you really think my wife would let me come out tonight?”

He shuts the door with finality and Landry hits the glass between us and the driver to signal that we’re ready to go.

“I just wanted to sleep,” I lie.

“There will be plenty of time to sleep… after the magic show,” Hicks says.

“Magic show?!”

“Yes! We’re going to see The Mirage,” he says with spirit fingers in front of his face.

“Am I supposed to know what that is?” I blink at him.

“Yes, the Mirage. The Mirage,” he says like it explains everything.

“You repeating it over and over doesn’t make it make any more sense, Hicks.”

“You’ll see the hype when we get there,” Landry says as our limo honks at another limo parked in front of us.

It’s pink and glittery and women dressed in colorful skin tight dresses are slowly mounting. The last one to get in is Libby. Her arms are crossed over chest and she glares at our driver.

“Where are they going?” I gasp out pointing to the girls through the window.

“We told you, dumbass, The Mirage,” Hicks says.

Zane laughs, “Libby tried to get out of it too. But we told her we were all coming and she gave in.”

I reach for my phone and check to see a message from her.

butterfly

Raincheck?

I groan, wiping my hand over my face. My teammates have no idea that they just became the cock-block of the century.

stranger

We can plan a disappearing act of our own.

butterfly

Deal. I hate magic shows.

“Fergie! Fergie! Fergie!” The cheers from our front row full of my teammates has now caught on by the rest of the theater.

“I’m not going up there!”

“Rookies,” Hicks calls. The rookies seated directly behind me stand to their feet, hands reaching for me.

“No, No!” But I’m no use against four players.

My teammates are laughing as I’m hoisted onto the stage and cheers erupt from the attendees all around us.

The Mirage, as I’ve come to find out, is actually an illusionist. His skills include insane escape acts, sawing people in half and making entire humans disappear and reappear in places you would never expect.

I’m apparently going to be the last one. Thanks to my loud ass teammates volunteering me. I look to Libby at the end of our row. We’ve been texting the entire show. Every time I tried to get up to leave, Hicks called his Rookie brigade to hold me down.

And now I genuinely have to pee.