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I was desperately scrolling through the filing cabinets in my mind to figure out what was inside the boxes we had left here and how much it would to be replace it. All I could think about was work, and I knew we didn’t have junior chest protectors, although I wished we did. I needed junior chest protectors. And youth.Andsenior.
Ali’s threats to our former landlord shifted to a steady stream of expletives, and then she stopped.
Because we weren’t alone in the kitchen anymore.
Three men lingered in the doorway, each wearing their own extremely obvious emotion.
The one on the left looked confused.
The one in the middle was completely enthralled with the current predicament.
The one on the right lookedpissed. And like he was about to throw up.
Ali stood in the middle of the kitchen, mouth opened from being caught mid-meltdown, with wide, terrified eyes. She looked like a goldfish blowing bubbles in too small of a tank.
“Well, you sure have a lot to say when you’re riled up,” the tall redhead in the middle said, and then he chuckled. His laughter quickly grew until he was holding onto his bared, toned stomach.
“Good morning to you too,” the queasy-looking brunet quipped, stepping further into the kitchen.
He grabbed a random plastic cup and took a sniff, gagging immediately. He poured the contents down the sink and then rinsed the cup before filling it until it overflowed with water. The poor bastard was fighting for his life as he drank down the liquid.
“It’s five p.m.” Ali finally managed to find her words, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”
“Shouldn’t we be the ones to ask you that?” The last of the trio finally spoke, the confused blond who had a Scandinavian accent. “You are in our home.”
“This isourhome!” Ali charged, ready to yell her head off at these men, but she took a step back and frowned. “It was our home…but we still technically own it right now.”
“Technically?” Hangover man snorted into his cup. “There’s nothing technical about it. You used to pay rent, and we now pay rent.”
“What my friend means…” the redhead began and took a step into the kitchen.
I countered his movement, and he immediately placed his hands up like I was some feral animal that he was determined to tame.
“We apologize for the mess. We had a bit of fun last night.” He paused and nodded at the man still sucking back on water. “A few of us more than others.”
“Who parties on a Sunday?” Ali grumbled.
“Call it a housewarming party that took quite a turn.” The redhead was smiling, and he moved forward again. “Our landlord gave us the keys because he thought you had already moved out. When we got here, we saw the boxes piled in the living room, and we moved them to my room.”
“Yourroom?” Ali questioned.
He shifted his gaze from Ali to me. “The room to the right of the bathroom, yes.”
Myold room.
“He’s the most responsible,” the blond added, even though it really didn’t make the entire situation any better. This whole thing was…weird.
Ali glanced over at me and forced a tight smile. I mirrored it, then faced the shirtless man who had our stuff packed away in his room. He was still smiling, clearly unbothered by us barging into his home.
“Nice net,” I muttered, and waved a hand toward it.
The redhead laughed and nodded toward the man still chugging water. “Rookford tried his hand in net last night. He sucked so bad it made him realize why he played defense.”
“Shut up,” Rookford grumbled into his red plastic cup. “At least I tried.”
“You guys play hockey?” I asked.
“What, in a beer league?” Ali added with a soft snort.
