Novel Full Chapter 1222: Time for recovery... - Boys Night?!
On that note, Tatiana just rolled her eyes and chuckled before we all made our way to the compound, but the funny thing was that everyone who participated was walking funny due to our cramping legs and blistered feet. However, when Kaley offered a piggyback ride, I jumped straight at her back for instant relief but we were met with all sorts of roasts and cheeky insults.
“Now, that’s not fair!”
“Walk with us like real men!”
“PUSSY!”
“I thought you’re better than that, sir!”
“Ugh… Cringe…”
So, I clapped back at the lonely single dudes who tried to tick me off:
“Oooh~ I’m so sorry~ Because my loving and beautiful wife wanted to carry me, I can’t really decline. I guess if you lonely fucks have someone in your life, you’d understand— but you can’t carry yourselves with the hand you jack off with, right?”
Though I was met with more insults but I was laughing my ass off:
“YOU— WAY TO RUB IT IN, HUH?!”
“WE’RE JUST WORRIED FOR KALEY! YOU’RE NOT LIGHT!”
“MAN UP AND CARRY HER INSTEAD!”
“I— PUSSY!”
“FUCK YOU, BRO! THAT’S JUST MEAN!”
And the other single dudes who didn’t say anything also caught strays:
“IT’S NOT LIKE I CHOSE TO BE SINGLE, ALRIGHT?!”
“KILL ME! HAHAHA… THIS WAS SOMETHING I DIDN’T NEED TO HEAR AT THIS MOMENT!”
“IT’S ALL YOU FUCKS’ FAULT!”
“SOMEONE! ANYONE! BE MY GIRLFRIEND AND CARRY ME! PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD!”
“YEAH! AND YOU KEPT TAKING THEM ALL!”
Then the girls clapped back as well:
“HEY! I-I’M NOT PART OF T-THEIR— y-you know… AND I’VE NEVER BEEN ASKED OUT! IS THAT MY FAULT TOO?!”
“AND YOU FUCKS KEEP GHOSTING ME!”
“YEAH! AND YOU’RE SENDING MESSAGES TO ALL OF US!”
“KALEY’S GREAT— HE IS TOO! IT’S NOT THEIR FAULT YOU’RE ALL MISERABLE!”
“THEY’RE ACTUALLY COUPLE GOALS! FUCK ALL OF YOU!”
And I heard the “Death Squad” ask around some shit our groups already know:
“I-Is he… Really? Oh. Ohhh… I’m so fucking jealous…”
“Really? A-All of them? Huh.”
“Interesting…”
“I’m— I— I’m— I’m speechless… How can I compete with that…”
“I bet he has enough in the tank for them too later…”
So, I shouted back:
“No discussing of our relationship! Mind your own or at least be in one to be eligible for a discussion— Wha— IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU FUCKS ARE THAT INSECURE! THEN WORK ON YOUR FUCKING SELF UNTIL YOU FEEL THE ONE YOU’RE PURSUING DESERVES THAT VERSION OF YOU OR YOU FEEL GOOD ENOUGH TO HAVE ONE! DON’T MORE AROUND WITH SELF-PITY— WHERE WOULD THAT GET YA?!”
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“…r-really? Will that work?”
I bluntly replied, “Nope.”
“THEN WHY BOTHER—”
“LET ME FINISH YOU BALD MOTHERFUCKER! IT’S NOT A 100% GUARANTEE BUT THE WAY YOU FUCKS ARE GOING AT IT ISN’T WORKING EITHER! SOME OF YOU ARE EVEN AFRAID TO WALK UP TO SOMEONE TO START A CONVERSATION— And even if that worked for me, and it COULD happen, EXPLORE YOUR FUCKING OPTIONS, ALRIGHT?! DON’T JUST USE A SINGLE TYPE OF BAIT, EXPECT TO FUCKING FAIL AND LATCH ON TO THE ONE THAT WORKS!
Be careful of some other things along the way though— because you’re also worthy of respect but— HAAAAaaaAAaa~ If you fucks wanna talk after dinner, we’ll talk. It won’t guarantee you a relationship but there’s a chance—”
“REALLY, BRO?! SIGN ME UP!”
“I’LL CARRY YOU, BRO, IF I COULD BUT I’M SO FUCKING HAPPY!”
“HAIL!”
“THAT’S THE BEST THING I HEARD ALL DAY!”
“I FUCKING HATE YOU BUT I FUCKING LOVE YOU AT THE SAME TIME, BRO! NO HOMO!”
“MAAAN! I WOULD’VE CALLED YOU A HOMO BY NOW IF YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT!”
“WHAT?!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“HOW ABOUT US GIRLS?!”
“TALK TO KALEY— WAIT… IT’S BOYS NIGHT TONIGHT! HAVE YOUR OWN PARTY!”
Kaley chuckled as she turned around and dropped me, “FINE! GIRLS NIGHT TONIGHT TOO! DIBS ON THE POOL AREA!”
“HEY— FUCK! WE ALL RECONVENE ON THE ROOF!”
“W-What about H-Hell Week…”
“This is all part of recovery, look at them go… At least give them this night.”
“Fine…”
With that said, we all shared a large meal— a pound of steak cooked to perfection, a side of mashed potatoes with gravy, a bowl of fresh vegetables, coffee, and some bone broth. Desserts were present too like ice cream, cake, and apple pies but almost everything was just gone in the blink of an eye.
“SOME MORE RICE, PLEASE!”
“WATER— AGK— WATER!”
“CHEW YOUR FUCKING FOOD, MATE!”
“WHY’S EVERYTHING SO FUCKING GOOD! I LOVE THIS PLACE!”
“I COULD BE HUNGRY BUT THIS SHIT IS THE BOMB! YOU FUCKS EAT LIKE THIS EVERY DAY?!”
Obviously, everyone in my compound were already used to Tatiana—and Quinn—eating large servings every single day but to see a group looking like they were having a food competition was mind-blowing.
In any case, Dr. Nichols offered the girls a quick check-up while Oscar did the same for us—and once we invited him to boys night with all the old-timers, we decided to just have it in his house instead to have a taste of his own concoctions.
If it was any other day, I would’ve been several feet away already but seeing that the old man just took out some homebrew mead he made from Sally’s Honey from the Rivas Estate. He obviously put his own spin on it and it was the first time it’d get served to everybody, but I still waited for everyone else to have a sip before I downed mine.
Ruben was the first to react, “GACk! THE HECK!? IT’S SWEET BUT— HOW MUCH ALCOHOL IS IN THIS?!”
Brownie smacked his lips, “Around 20% or more… this shit’s strong…”
Oscar raised his eyebrows, “You know your shit?”
“My brother and I were supposed to— let’s just say I made IPAs with him before I signed in the military.”
“Ohh~ Curious… I’m glad you’ll be here a lot since you and I will be working quite close. I have ton of fucking ideas and you’d be my golden goose!”
Brownie chuckled, “Will you make it easy for me tomorrow?”
Oscar’s expression didn’t even change as he said, “Au contraire~ You’ll be puking blood by the end of it!”
“WHAT?!”