“You’re full of shit,” Evan says, cracking open a beer. “There’s no way she said that.”
“I’m telling you, man, she honestly did! Scouts honour.” I hold up three fingers beside my head.
“Like you were ever a scout,” Evan scoffs. “You were probably too busy picking up chicks and getting laid.”
I laugh. “You’re probably right.” Tipping my head back, I let the cool, amber liquid flow down my throat.
“So, you gonna bone her?” Evan waves his hands in front of him to form the shape of a woman before pelvic thrusting.
“What are you? Twelve?” I chuckle. Evan and I met at AMI Stadium last year, when our teams had gone up against each other. I played for the Ravens, and Evan for the Nomads. We bonded over a beer while discussing the ref’s decision to yellow-card us both during the game.
I’d been living up in Wellington when I got the offer to join the Nomads down in Christchurch. With a higher salary on the cards, I jumped at the chance. Things had become taxing back home, and I’d been looking for something to spice things up. It couldn’t have come at a better time.
Evan had been the first person I’d called. He’d jumped straight in, offering to help me find a flat. Even going so far as to personally check out each and every one while I had tied up loose ends up north. As soon as he’d met Brianna, the sassy red-head with curves in all the right places, he’d known it was the flat for me. I had a bit of a reputation for being a ladies’ man. What can I say? My six-foot-five stature, dark hair and piercing blue eyes always pulled them in. What he didn’t know though, was that I wasn’t one to hook up with flatmates. I knew from personal experience, it never worked out.
“If you’re not going to, can I have a crack?” Evan asks, leaning forward in his seat. He is built like a brick shithouse, on the shorter side and stocky. The ladies often refer to him as a teddy bear because of his size. But that’s what is to be expected of a tighthead prop.
“Hey, be my guest.” I wave my hand around the room. “I don’t shit where I eat.”
Evan cracks a grin, rubbing his hands together. “Fan-fucking-tastic! With you outta the picture, I might actually have a shot this time.” He laughs, shaking his head.