Page 100 of Risky Play

Kiira nudged her. “E!”

Elsa shrugged. “What? It’s true.”

She wasn’t wrong. Harsh, but sometimes the truth hurt.

“What’s your point?” I asked.

Ari stepped into my room and opened my closet. She threw some clothes down on the bed. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Um, excuse me?”

“We’re going out!” Kiira cheered. “Now get dressed because you don’t have a choice.”

“Kiira’s idea,” Ari said with a shrug that said, ‘what can you do?’

“I’m not doing that,” I protested.

“Um, yes, you are because you dropped such a simple pass tonight, and I’ve never seen a worse pylon on the ice,” Elsa said.

Now that sounded like the Elsa I knew.

Ari pulled me off the bed. “Get dressed, and then you can tell us what’s going on with you.”

I had a feeling the three of them might have held me down on the bed and made me get dressed if I didn’t do it. Or Kiira would have carried me over her shoulder and taken me in my pajamas.

I groaned and got out of bed. “Fine.”

Ari shuffled them out of my room and shut the door behind her. I dressed quickly, throwing my hair up in a messy bun, not caring how I looked. I didn’t even put makeup on. I grabbed my jacket, and they ushered me out of the suite.

I couldn’t help but grin when I saw Ari slip her hand into Kiira’s. They were a cute couple but comical-looking. Ari had that pocket-sized artsy thing about her, and Kiira was like an Amazon, but they worked. I had to talk to Ari about how that happened later.

I wrapped my arms around myself as we walked together toward Local Hangout. When we got to the bar, it was packed as always. Elsa spoke with the host to nab the first available table while Kiira brought over shots for us to do.

I groaned. “Are you serious?”

“Just do it, Kennedy!” Elsa snapped. I watched, impressed with the way she downed it like it was water. I was already scared of Elsa, but now even more so.

“Do it! Do it!” Kiira chanted.

I rolled my eyes and downed the shot to her amusement. I set the glass down and pressed a hand against my chest as the alcohol burned all the way down.

The host walked over to us and told us our table was ready. She walked us over to one, and the four of us squeezed into a booth. The server who was always working came around, and we ordered beers. Except for Elsa, who ordered the most fruity drink imaginable.

“What?” she asked. “There’s way more alcohol in this than a boring beer.”

“So…” Kiira started.

“So, what?” I asked.

“Why did you forget how to score a goal?” Elsa asked.

The girls laughed. Elsa did not mince words, and I had to admire her bluntness.

“Because she’s not getting laid,” Ari said.

I glared at her. How did she know that?

Ari shrugged. “The Bulldogs only had one away game this week. And…our walls are thin.”