He lets out a groan. “Dammit. He was supposed to be my wingman.”
Nathan raises a brow. “You need a wingman?”
Logan shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t need one. But it helps.” He tilts his head, eyeing Nathan. “You up for it?”
Nathan scoffs. “Watching you crash and burn? Absolutely.”
Logan huffs. “You really have no confidence in me?”
Nathan lifts his brows. “In a rookie who still hasn’t grown up? Yeah, not a chance.”
Logan smirks, poking his cheek with the tip of his tongue. “Don’t worry. My dick’s fully grown.”
Before I can drown out that horrifying sentence, his attention swings to me. He runs a hand through his messy blond hair. “What about you?”
Nathan snorts. “Ryan can barely talk to a girl, and you want him as your wingman?”
I can’t even argue with the guy. I’ve been here for half an hour, and the only thing I’ve accomplished is grabbing a beer… okay, two. But besides that? I’ve just been standing here, listening to these idiots.
Logan, of course, isn’t giving up that easily, his eyes locking on me. “You don’t even have to do much. Just stand there, look friendly, and if a girl brings up, like, astrology or some shit, nod and smile.”
I bite back a laugh, shaking my head. Normally, I wouldn’t mind helping a buddy out, but since Logan’s the rookie, he’s got to earn his stripes. Giving him shit is part of the deal.
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’m better off on my own anyway.” His lips curl into a smirk. “Bet I can get a girl to come upstairs with me in two minutes.”
Nathan lets out a dry laugh. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”
Logan cocks his head. “You sure?”
Nathan’s expression doesn’t budge. “Positive.”
Without hesitation, Logan downs the rest of his drink, the gulp loud over the party noise. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Watch and fucking learn.”
He straightens, rolls his shoulders like he’s warming up for a game, then strolls toward a pair of girls huddled near the staircase, deep in conversation.
Nathan shakes his head. “This is gonna be good.”
I fold my arms across my chest, my amusement growing as I track Logan’s movements. The girls give him a once-over, their skepticism practically radiating off them. I almost feel bad for the guy.
But then, one of them laughs. Then the other. His grin stretches wider, and before I can even process it, he drapes an arm around both their waists. Just like that, he’s leading them up the stairs.
At the last second, he glances over his shoulder, locks eyes with us, and winks.
I blink. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Nathan’s mouth falls open. He looks from me to the staircase and back again, like he’s waiting for his vision to correct itself. “He didn’t—” He blinks a few times. “Twogirls? Two fucking girls?”
I run a hand down my face. “And I can’t even get one.”
Nathan’s gaze flicks to me, his brows drawing together. “Then why are you still talking to me? Relax and have some fun. We both know you desperately need it.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “Pot, meet kettle.”
He ignores me, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “I’m serious. You don’t have to carry the whole team on your back 24/7. You might be captain, but that doesn’t mean it’s all on you.” His lips curl into a smirk. “Have a drink. Find a girl. Take her home.” He tilts his head. “Matter of fact, find a bedroom upstairs. I’m not trying to hear any moaning through the walls tonight.”
I roll my eyes. “Fuck you. I do not moan.”
Nathan grins. “No, but the girl will.”
