His actual name was Sydney Cross.Rugby players seemed to just fucking love a nickname.
Someone tried to get the name ‘Bison’ to take off for me once, but I threatened to piss in his rugby boots before every single game unless he stopped, so I remained Tobias after that.
Sure.Half hour?
Instead of a reply, I got a thumbs up emoji reaction to the message and placed my phone back on the shelf.
Hopefully, chicken wings and the off-putting smell of my best friend would help.
“Who took a shit on your cornflakes?”Harbour asked when I slid into the seat opposite him.
“That is not the saying,” I replied, swatting him on the head with the laminated menu.
“Fine.Why do you have a face like a slapped arse?”
I groaned.“I’m way too fucking horny for you to be putting images of slapped arses in my head.Take pity on me.”
Harbour laughed loudly like he always did, his blond hair flopping into his eyes and making him appear exactly like the golden retriever he was on the inside.
“No practice tomorrow.Wanna go to a bar after this, take the edge off?”he asked.
I thought about it for a moment.Maybe he had a good point.The further into the season we got, the more and more of a recluse I became.Maybe if I hooked up with someone, it would make the close proximity to Emil this weekend a little easier.
“Where do you usually go?”I asked.
Harbour looked surprised before grinning like the cat who got the cream.“Is Tobias Metcalf switching teams?”
I rolled my eyes.“I’m just… in the mood for something different.”
Harbour pretty much only got with male omegas and so we rarely hit up the same places unless we were there as a moral support for the other.
He narrowed his eyes at me, a sparkling suspicion in them.
“I know a place,” he said, not calling me out.
After we finished eating and had enough drinks to lose some of my inhibitions, I followed Harbour as he took us a few streets over into a livelier part of town.
‘The Hunting Ground’ was a bit on the nose for my tastes and appeared no less predatory when we went inside, but Harbour insisted that on a Wednesday night, everywhere else would be dead.
The main bar was to the left when you entered with a large dance floor filled with mostly omegas dancing.Each side of the dance floor had a set of stairs that led to an industrial-looking balcony which was lined with alphas peering down at their ‘prey’ on the floor below.
Jesus Christ, what was I doing?
I ordered a JD and Coke from the bar, needing more than hops to get me through this idiotic expedition.Harbour led the way up the stairs.
“See anyone you like?”he asked.
I scanned the floor below, but nobody was really getting a reaction from me and I wondered if I should have just gone to one of my usual spots instead.
“Not really,” I muttered.
Harbour wrapped a big arm around my shoulder and pointed to the far corner.“What about him?Do you think he might be your type?”
I practically swallowed my own tongue as I spotted who Harbour was pointing to.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“I bloody knew it.Of all the male omegas to catch your eye, it’s our boy Cherry that’s got you all tied up in knots.Literally.”He sniggered.
