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“Me,” Claude said.
“Me too,” Tibby admitted.
“Same,” I said.
“Yeah, I think that was everyone’s take,” Hound said while Scythe nodded.
“That was surreal,” Tibby said. “I’d love to do it again, or anything like it.”
“Do you think they have live action video games?” Claude asked.
“Oh man, how cool would that be?” Bowie replied. “Tony would flip, seriously, we gotta find out if they exist.”
“Wolf, why is Bowie giving you heart hands and puppy dog eyes?” Pressley asked as he and his team joined us. “And Bowie, I thought those were reserved just for me?”
“B-but…” Bowie stammered, still with the pitiful, pleading puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll look into it,” I promised.
“Thank you,” Bowie said before turning to grin at Pressley. “Heart hands and puppy dog eyes are yours again.”
“I don’t want to know, do I?” Pressley asked.
“Probably not, but you might need to know at some point, ‘cause they’ll want to do it, trust me on that.”
“You know I do,” Pressley said. “Let me know.”
“I will.”
Bowie slid his arm around Pressley while he checked his phone. I’d seen people lose their shit because their partner always had an electronic device in their hands, but Bowie just held Pressley while he worked, enjoying the time together, no matter what it looked like. It was honestly something rare and beautiful in our world, where a new diva was born every minute.
“Whoa, guys, check this out! Bowie, did you do this?” Tibby asked, holding his phone out so we could all see the video clip, shot inside the maze, purple illuminating Bowie as he walked through the spiral while talking about their first Vegas experience and the band’s upcoming show. “Dude, it’s blowing up.”
“Yeah, I just pulled my phone out and started talking about how the road to get there was like the maze,” Bowie said, shrugging. “Well, you heard it.”
“Good job, man,” Claude said.
“Seriously,” Tibby said. “I didn’t think about pictures while we were in there.”
“It’s going to take getting used to, for all of us,” Pressley said, “but we need to start working harder to build our social media presence. You don’t have to live on your phone, but if you’re doing something like this, or popping in at a club, whip your phones out, snap a few pictures, and post them after you leave, after, so folks don’t start showing up looking for you.”
“Big on that part,” Harley said.
“We made it!” Tony announced.
That was all the warning I got before he hurled himself into my arms, squeezing so tight it was hard to breathe, let alone talk.
“Did you…have fun?” I wheezed.
“That was amazing. Can we do it again?”
“Not today,” Pressley said, “but there’ll be another in our future. No one came out of there throwing punches at one another or rolling around on the ground, so I’d say the exercise was successful. Now that all teams are present and accounted for, are you guys ready to get lunch?”
“Feed us!” Tibby croaked.
“We’re starving,” Bowie added, draping himself all over Pressley.
“You’re not gonna win any Oscars with that performance,” Pressley told him, messing up his already messy hair.
