Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ A Shadowlander's Dream: Book 2 - Policy of Love ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance / Horror | Type: Yuri | Uploaded On: 09.26.2006 | Updated On: 08.29.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 919 | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
All-Star Dreams: Chapter NineBy Bekka Mouri-Hibiki
Bekka Mouri-Hibiki 2007
Robert pulled into the players parking area, doing his best not to look right at Branslav. He looked very disgruntled with Robert's tardiness. Robert pulled into Branslav's parking place and shut the car off. He glanced over at Betty and gave her a little smile.
She glanced back him, still looking wary. " Let me handle this, " Robert said.
Betty nodded but said nothing else. She still seemed in shock over the events that occurred at her house. Once she had collected herself enough to talk, she had revealed to Robert he had been her first kiss. She apologized for acting the way she had then clammed up.
He had left the room, saying he needed some fresh air to get his head together. He had paced her front yard, silently berating himself for even trying to kiss her when she was supposed to be Branslav's date. He then remember his phone had been ringing. He went back inside to check it, finding Branslav had called and left a message he was ready to be picked up.
He told Betty and she got her things together. They hadn't spoke the entire trip back to the arena, leaving him feeling more confused. He wondered what she was thinking but he didn't know how to ask her. He hoped she didn't hate him for doing what he had done.
" Stay here, " Robert said as he opened the driver's side door.
" Okay, " Betty nodded and watched him get out of the car. He gave her a terse smile after shutting the door and she watched as he walked towards Branslav.
Robert tried to act normal as he approached his friend. He scratched the side of his neck and tried to look apologetic when he reached him, " Sorry we were late. My cell phone fell out in the car and I didn't know you had called until we got back in. "
" Oh really now? " Branslav said, a hint of doubt in his voice.
" Yeah, " Robert said, noting Branslav's doubtful tone. He hated to lie to Branslav but he didn't dare tell him the truth. He was pretty certain the truth would have been much more hurtful especially since Branslav was the one interested in Betty first. “ Really. “
Branslav sighed, " Well we still have plenty of time to go hang out before I have to be back here. "
Robert nodded, " We have all kinds of time to kill. "
Branslav sighed, " Yeah. So what do you want to do? "
" Let's go get something to eat, " Robert rubbed his stomach. " I'm starving. "
" Where do you want to go? " Branslav asked.
Robert thought about it then said, " Let's go the Chang Whang's. "
" Does Betty want to go there? " Branslav arched an eyebrow. " I don't want to take her some place she might not want to go. "
" I haven’t asked her. Let's find out, " Robert said and handed Branslav his keys. “ You're driving right? “
Branslav nodded, “ Yes. Are you going to stay in your seat today? “
“ Yeah. I'll just sit in the back, “ Robert said. He smirked, “ I only did that yesterday because I was buzzed. “
Branslav arched an eyebrow, “ You didn't do that hair of the frog thing to cure your headache right? “
Robert cracked up then slapped Branslav on the shoulder, “ Damn it man. You got it wrong and no, I didn't do the hair of the dog thing. Betty gave me some Tramadol. “
“ Oh, “ Branslav said. “ I guess that was better than the stuff I gave you. “
“ It was. Now come on, “ Robert slapped Branslav on the shoulder again. “ We've kept the lady waiting long enough. It's been a long time since that drive through breakfast. “
Branslav and Robert went to the car, Branslav getting in on the driver's side and Robert climbing in the back. Branslav looked at Betty, " We want to go to Chang Whang's to eat. Is that okay with you? "
" I've never eaten there before so I guess that's okay if you two want to go, " Betty said. “ I'm so hungry right now, I could eat a horse. “
Branslav looked at Robert in the rear view then at Betty again, “ You haven’t ate at Chang's before? “
“ No, “ Betty said. " I like chinese food like a fat kid loves cake but I've never been able to go there. "
“ Wow, “ Branslav said. “ You've lived here for your whole life and never been to Chang's? “
" No. Is it good? " Betty asked.
“ Yeah. Everything there is so good I don’t know how you’ll be able to choose something easily. They have a huge menu, “ Robert said.
Betty laughed, “ I don’t know if I’ll even know how to order off of a menu in a Chinese restaurant. The ones I always go to are buffets. “
Branslav and Robert looked at each other then Robert patted Betty's shoulder. “ That’s a shame, “ Robert said. “ Chang's is the best. “
" I'll take your word for it, " Betty said.
Robert looked at Betty in the rear view mirror, “ Well it is. “
“ I hope so, “ Betty gave him a small smile.
They were pretty much silent for the rest of the trip to the restaurant. When they got there, it was busy so they had to wait a little while for a table. Finally, they were led to a corner booth where Branslav got on one side of Betty and Robert got on the other, pinning her in the middle. The waitress gave them their menus and Betty looked at hers thoughtfully.
“ That’s good right there, “ Robert reached across and pointed at the Chang’s Spicy Chicken. " It's not as spicy as they lead you to believe. "
“ I like this better, “ Branslav reached over to Betty's menu too. He pointed at the Mongolian Beef. " That isn't too spicy either. "
“ Nah. The chicken is better, “ Robert said as he tapped the menu. " It's white meat. "
“ No, “ Branslav said as he tapped the menu too. “ The beef is. They use really lean meat here. “
Betty put her menu down, “ Thanks guys but I’m going to get the Kung Pao Chicken. “
Robert and Branslav looked at each other then Robert looked at Betty. “ Oh. Do you like really spicy stuff? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
“ Yeah, “ Betty nodded.
“ You better watch out, “ Robert said and laughed. " That's the hottest thing they serve. The first time Branslav ate it... "
Branslav glared at Robert, not wishing for Betty to hear about it. It had not been pleasant at all. He had since developed a taste for spicy foods though and could tolerate the dish. “ I don't think you should if you've never had it before Betty. “
Betty quirked her mouth, “ We'll see. “
“ Well don't tell us we didn't warn you, “ Robert put his menu down.
“ I eat spicy stuff all the time so it might not be that bad, " Betty said. “ I use crushed red pepper in place of salt most of the time. “
“ Yeah but that stuff practically smokes it's so hot. I don’t think you can handle something that hot, “ Robert said.
“ You'd be surprised what I can handle, “ Betty said. " You'd be surprised where my limits are. "
" Can I test your limits sometime? “ Robert smirked. He then suddenly hissed in pain and leaned forward, reaching for his right shin, “ Ouch! Branslav! “
Branslav had kicked Robert under the table because he didn't like the way Robert was looking at Betty or his flirtatious comment. He didn't know or care if Robert was just messing with her. He just knew Robert was still pissing him off. He had given him grace for his behavior for the night prior but said grace ended when the sun came up.
“ Oh. Sorry about that. I had a muscle spasm, “ Branslav said evenly.
Robert quirked his mouth but said nothing as he glared at Branslav. The waitress came back and asked them if we were ready to order. They all nodded and ordered what they wanted, including appetizers. When she left again, Robert tickled the side of Betty's leg to get her to laugh and break the tension.
Betty stifled a giggle as Branslav arched an eyebrow. He was debating whether or not to kick Robert again. He found Betty's giggle cute though and decided to see if she was ticklish on the side that faced him.
" No! Stop! I'm very ticklish! " She said.
" Oh you shouldn't have said that, " Robert smiled. " Branslav's a tickle monster. "
Branslav reached over and tickled her side again to prove Robert right. Betty stifled another giggle but couldn’t control it anymore when they both started tickling her in tandem. It turned into full-blown tickle torture and Betty couldn’t stop her laughter.
The both of them found it amusing when Betty started snorting, busting out in laughter of their own. People started staring at them so they tried to calm down. Just as they settled down, Betty had to snort again. It brought on a whole new wave of laughter but they managed to stanch it before it got out of hand again.
An older Chinese woman that looked like a manager came over looking none too happy. “ Excuse me? “ She said.
“ Yes ma’am? “ Robert said. He put on his sweetest smile and tried to be composed.
“ Could the three of you please be a little more quiet? “ She said. “ If there’s another outburst like that, I’ll have to ask you to leave. “
Robert looked sorry, “ Oh. We’re sorry about that. We’ll try to keep it under control from now on. “
“ I hope so, “ She said then walked away.
Branslav looked at Robert, “ We were just having fun, “
“ I don't think she cared, “ Robert said. He had tried to lighten the mood and it looked like it had sort of worked. Betty didn't seem quiet as uncomfortable and looked like she had relaxed a bit.
A few minutes passed as they all drank their tea and waited for their entrees. The giggle fit had taken quite a bit out of them so they needed time to recover. Robert and Betty were still feeling a bit awkward while being at the arena had left Branslav in need of some rest. Branslav checked his watch, “ I’m starvingc “
“ Me too, “ Betty muttered.
“ Me three, “ Robert agreed.
Robert had a prefect view of the kitchen and finally saw their waitress coming with their appetizers. Betty had ordered crab wontons while the guys each ordered ribs. The ribs looked good and Robert eyed Betty's wontons. After the waitress set their plates down and left, Robert pointed at one of her wontons. “ Can I have one? I’ll trade you. “
“ Sure, “ Betty said. She picked up the wonton with her fork and set it on his plate. He pulled off two ribs and put them on her plate. " There you go. "
" Thanks sweetheart, " Robert smiled.
" You're welcome, " Betty smiled a bit at being called 'sweetheart'. When she looked at her plate she noted she had two wontons instead of four but up a couple ribs.
She looked to Branslav and found he had the second wonton. He looked at her, “ I wanted one too. Besides, I’m paying for yours so I can have what I want. “
“ No problem, “ She put her hands up. “ I prefer meat anyway. “
“ I bet you do, “ Robert smirked at Betty. He got a mischievous look on his face as his grin broadened, " Especially beefcake right? "
“ You pervert, “ Betty muttered. She grabbed up her fork and forked him in the side. “ Fork you. “
“ Hey! Forking in public is illegal, “ Robert grabbed her fork from her hand and forked her back. Betty snatched Robert's fork, forking him again. He snatched it back and forked her again, causing her to giggling. “ I want to hear you snort again. “
“ No! “ Betty said. “ I will not! “
Robert got an evil grin on his face and poked her again. It seems she was loosening up more since she was actually playing, “ You know what they say about girls that snort when they laugh don't you? “
“ No, “ Betty poked Robert back. “ What do they say? “
“ They say that girls that snort when they laugh really enjoy forking! “ Robert said, rapidly poking Betty and she rapidly poked him back.
“ Cut it out! “ Branslav growled. Robert was again hogging Betty's attention and he was starting to feel like he was the fifth wheel instead of Robert.
Robert gave Betty back her fork and took his back, “ Sorry Branslav. I’ll stop forking your girlfriend. “
“ She’s not my girlfriend, “ Branslav muttered. He had hoped Betty would be but it was still a little premature since he hadn't really learned much about her outside what he knew from talking to her online. He really hadn't had much of a chance with Robert hanging around.
“ Then she’s fair game? “ Robert reached for his fork
Branslav snatched his fork away and took Betty's too. He was getting upset that Robert was still flirting with her so shamelessly in spite of his obvious agitation. “ No. You’re both giving me a headache. “
“ Don't be so jealous. It's not good for... Ouch! “ Robert yelped in pain again.
Branslav cocked his head to the side as Robert reached for his left shin, “ Sorry. I had another muscle spasm. “
“ Muscle spasm my ass, “ Robert muttered. Branslav looked angry and Robert had a pretty good idea of why. He always got very upset when things didn't go according to his exact plan. " You're just pissed because... "
“ Because of what? “ Branslav said sharply. He didn't want Robert saying anything else about him being jealous. He indeed was but he didn't want to argue with him in front of Betty.
“ Nothing, “ Robert decided to back off. Branslav looked like he had almost reached his limit and Robert didn't want him losing his temper.
They ate in silence and had barely finished their appetizers when their entrees came. Once the waitress had given them everything, Betty asked for chopsticks. The request garnered a good laugh from Robert. “ That’s funny. “
“ What is? “ Betty arched an eyebrow.
“ You’re going to use chopsticks, “ Robert snickered. “ This should be fun. “
“ Well the fork master won’t let us have our forks back so what else can I do? “ Betty asked. " Besides, I'm good with chopsticks. "
“ Tell the Fork Nazi to give the forks back, “ Robert said. " You know, just in case we need them. "
The look Branslav gave them told them they wouldn’t be getting their forks back unless they wanted to risk losing their hands. He was obviously annoyed with their waywardness. “ I think I’ll keep them for now. You two might start forking again. “
“ What’s your problem with chopsticks anyway? “ Betty looked at Robert, “ Can’t you use them? “
“ Of course, “ Robert said then asked the waitress for chopsticks too. He looked at Branslav, “ You want to join in? “
“ No, “ Betty said. “ He doesn’t have to get involved if he doesn’t want to. “
Branslav asked for chopsticks too. He then looked at them, “ I want to join in. Let's see who's the best at this. “
Robert gave Betty a smart-ass grin. “ So there. “
Betty rolled her eyes, “ Fine. “
Robert and Betty were doing quite well with their chopsticks but Branslav ended up giving up, claiming he didn’t feel like eating with chopsticks. He watched them though, laughing when Robert would screw up and drop something. “ Damn. I’m usually good with these, “ He muttered after he dropped the same bite for the third time. “ It's got to be the shape my hands are in. “
Branslav gave Robert his fork back, “ Just stop. It's painful to watch you. “
Robert didn't take his fork back, “ I'm not giving up yet. “
Betty hadn’t dropped anything and looked rather proud of herself. Robert looked over at her then her lunch. “ You know, that looks good. Can I have a taste? “
“ Sure, “ Betty pushed the plate towards him but he didn’t have much luck picking up the bite he wanted. Betty smiled, “ Do you want my help? “
“ Go ahead, “ Robert said. Betty picked up the bite he wanted, putting her hand under the bite in case she dropped it because of her trembling hands, he was sure. She fed it to him, her fingertips brushing his chin as she did. He had a bit of stubble and her fingers brushed it, causing him to give Betty a seductive look when she touched him.
He grinning as he was chewing then swallowed. “ Give me another bite. “
“ Okay, “ She said and gave him another. Her fingers brushed his chin again and he shivered inwardly at her soft touch.
“ Hit me again, “ He smiled. “ This is good stuff. “
She laughed and gave him another bite, “ What is? The chicken or me feeding you? “
“ Both. They must have cut the spices down in the chicken, “ He smiled. " And it tickles when you graze my chin. "
Branslav rolled his eyes, “ Do you have to do that? “
“ He'd have it all over himself if he were doing it. Just look at how he was doing, “ Betty said.
Branslav shrugged, " You have a point. "
Betty went back to eating her food but stopped after a few bites. She looked at the rest of her food and sighed. “ Guess what. “
Robert pulled her plate towards him, “ You’re full. I’m finishing it for you. “
Branslav reached over, “ We’re splitting it. “
“ Okay, “ Robert wasn't going to argue with Branslav. He didn't want to agitate him any more. He looked over at Betty's chest, “ Oh. The chopstick master dropped a peanut. “
Betty looked down and found it had landed on her shirt right on top of her breasts. She reached for it but Robert was faster, plucking the peanut from its perch nimbly with his fingers. He smirked after he put it in his mouth then said, “ Good thing it didn't fall into your shirt. "
“ Yeah, “ Betty nodded. She reached under the table and got her napkin from her lap. She then dipped it in her water glass and cleaned the kung-pow sauce off her shirt.
" That's a pretty shirt, " Branslav said. " I hope that stuff doesn't stain. "
Betty waved her hand, " I can get stains out of anything. Don't worry about it. "
Branslav went back to eating, his attempt at showing concern seemingly going bust. It felt like everything was going wrong for him. From Betty fainting on his doorstep to Robert's flirting, the whole experience seemed to be one disaster after another. He was getting frustrated but tried not to let it get to him too much.
He took comfort in the fact he had one advantage over Robert though. He had to leave after the game while Betty would still be in town. He started making plans to get her alone once Robert was gone and try to get to know her then. He didn't want to resent his best friend in his time of need but Robert was really starting to get on his nerves.
~He's just doing this because he hurting, ~ He told himself. ~Betty's just being nice because he's hurting. That's probably all it is. When he leaves, I'll fix this mess. ~
When they were finished eating, the waitress brought them their fortune cookies and Betty took one. “ Have you two every played the ‘in bed’ game? “
Robert started laughing, “ I play games in bed all the time. “
Branslav laughed too, “ Yeah. Me too, “
“ No. I mean the game where you read a fortune cookie fortune and tack the words ‘in bed’ on the end, “ Betty said as she blushed deep red.
“ Oh. No, “ Robert tried to stop laughing. “ I don’t think I have. “
Branslav shook his head, “ No. I've never heard of that game. Then again, I've only been here for about five years. I'm still learning stuff. “
“ That's okay. The game is really stupid but it can be fun, “ Betty said.
“ Then let’s do it. It can’t hurt anything “ Robert shrugged.
“ Okay, “ Betty opened it and read the fortune. “ Hmmmc Accept the next proposition you hear in bed. “
Branslav looked at his, “ It is much wiser to take advice than give it in bed. “
Robert laughed, “ That’s a good one, you should mind that. Let me read mine. “
Betty and Branslav watched as he opened his cookie and looked at the fortune. He looked at Betty after he read it and smiled. “ You're going to love this one. “
“ What's it say? “ Betty asked.
“ Love is the only medicine for a broken heart in bed, “ Robert said. He grinned evilly, “ I think someone up there is trying to tell us something. “
Betty blushed deeply and Branslav frowned. “ It's just a fortune cookie, He said sharply. " Let's just get out of here. “
**
Robert escorted Betty into the arena, heading for the seats behind Turquoise’s bench. He still had to be at the game even if he wasn't going to play. Betty balked in the aisle though and he turned to look at her. " What's wrong? " He asked.
" I'm supposed to be in that section over there I think, " Betty held up her ticket. The section listed on the ticket was directly behind the Supernovas' bench.
Robert rolled his eyes and took the ticket. He crumpled it up and threw it away. He grabbed her pass she had on around her neck, " This is all you need babe. Beside, you'll be safer with me than over there. "
" Safer? " Betty looked puzzled.
" Yeah. Martin isn't over here, " Robert said then saw Coach Hooker. Robert waved him over and he moved quickly to get there. " What's up? You moved like your ass was on fire. "
" Robert, " Coach Hooker said. " How are you doing? "
" I could be better, " Robert sighed. " I think I'm still numb though. "
" The guys have all been worried. I didn't tell them much except you needed some time to yourself and you weren't going to be playing for a while. They heard about the hotel room though, " Coach Hooker shook his head. “ I can't believe you did that. “
“ Yeah well I can't either sir, “ Robert said. " I just lost it when I found out. "
Coach Hooker ran a hand through his hair, “ Well everyone is talking about it. The hotel is demanding payment for everything you destroyed. “
“ I figured they would, “ Robert said. “ Have you talked to Mr. Shaver yet? “
Coach Hooker nodded, “ He said he'd take care of it. Now, about the other guys... “
" Do you want me to go back there and talk to them? " Robert said. " You know, let them know everything will be okay? "
" That's a good idea, " Coach Hooker said then looked at Betty. " Oh! Hello again. "
Betty smiled, " Hello sir. "
" I didn’t expect to see you tonight, " Coach Hooker said.
" This is my hometown and I was invited to come, " Betty explained.
" By Robert? " Coach Hooker glanced at him.
" No, " Betty shook her head. " Branslav Korbel invited me. "
Coach Hooker nodded, " Oh yeah. I remember he helped you that night along with that mulatto kid... Hill I think his name is. "
" Yeah, “ Robert said. " That's right. I was keeping him out of trouble. "
" So are you coming back to see the guys? " Coach Hooker looked at Robert. " They really want to see you. "
" Sure, " Robert grabbed Betty's hand. " Come on. Let's go. "
" Do you think they'll want to see me? " Betty looked surprised that Robert had invited her along.
Robert smiled, " They're some of your biggest fans so of course they'll want to see you again. Don't you remember that all had your books? "
" I remember. I'll go, " Betty said.
Betty let Robert pull her along with him to the locker room. Robert stopped at the door, " Let me make sure everyone is decent okay? "
" Sure, " Betty nodded. She watched Robert disappear into the locker room and waited for him to come back out. After about five minutes, he came back out. " Come on in. The guys are dying to see you again. "
**
Branslav was re-tying his shoes when he heard the locker room door swing open. He looked up, seeing Martin walking towards him. He sat up when he go closer, " Yes sir? "
" So when do I get to meet your guest? " Martin asked. He had recently established a rule that he had to meet anyone the players invited to the games.
" I'll introduce her to you when I get out there for the warm-up, " Branslav said. “ I don't even know if she's here yet. “
Martin nodded, " Okay. Say. "
" Huh? Branslav arched an eyebrow.
" I saw White Bread out there, " Martin said.
" You know he has to be here until his team's upper management approves his leave of absence, " Branslav said. Branslav didn't like the way Martin liked to pick on Robert. He wasn't quite for sure what he had done to make Martin so mad besides request a trade. The team had just started doing well when his trade came through and knocked them down a little bit in the standings.
It took a year to recover from the loss of Robert but the team had gotten stronger in spite of losing one of their best. That much was evident in the way they had swept the season before and made it to the finals. Martin was still bitter though and picked on Robert every chance he got. Branslav tried to ignore it though it irked him to hear his best friend talked about like dirt.
" Oh I know, " Martin nodded. " I'm just wondering why he was holding hands with some woman when he's married. I thought his wife was that little pixie girl Pauline. "
Branslav arched an eyebrow. " Holding hands with some woman? " He said. He knew Robert was escorting Betty and protecting her but he didn't think he'd be so brazen to be holding hands with her.
" You know, " Martin said. " That woman look awfully familiar but I just can't place her. "
Branslav knew what Martin was doing and he wasn't going to fall for it. He was fishing for information. He knew that the man had a mind like a steel trap and never forgot a name or face. " Beats me, " Branslav said.
" Oh well, " Martin said. " Maybe I'll go check her out when she comes back from the Turquoise's locker room. Robert just took her in there a little while ago. "
Branslav frowned, " He did? "
" Yes, " Martin said. " He took her by the hand and walked her over there like he was going to show of a prize of some sort. "
Branslav started to get mad then recalled Betty had gone to the Turquoise's home opener. He remembered Coach Hooker escorting her to her seat from the locker room so it completely feasible Betty had met the rest of Robert's team then. " Maybe she knows that team, " Branslav offered.
" Oh I don't doubt that, " Martin smiled. " She looks like that woman Coach Hooker was with at their season opener actually. I think that's where know her from but she looked awfully familiar from somewhere else too. "
Branslav shrugged, " If it's the girl that Coach Hooker was escorting then it's possible. The announcers did say she was from here. "
" You might recognize her too, " Martin then acted like he was thinking. " Oh. I think it's coming to me but it couldn't possibly be that girl. "
" Which girl? " Branslav asked.
" The girl from... No. Can't be, " Martin looked at Branslav. " I was thinking she was busser from the banquet but she was much too ugly to be that beautiful woman Robert is parading around with. "
Branslav narrowed his eyes, the banquet still being a point of contention between Martin and him. He was still adamant that Betty had been involved with the antics of the other bussers while Branslav tried to convince him otherwise. " That girl wasn't ugly, " Branslav said.
" I suppose if you like women that look like men she wasn't, " Martin chuckled.
" Sir, " Branslav said sharply. " I have to get ready for the game. I'll introduce you to my guest when I get out there. Could you please just let me get ready now? "
Martin looked put off though Branslav had asked nicely. " Well then. I suppose you do have a point. I'll see you out there. "
Martin walked away and Branslav felt like screaming. He slammed his fist into the bench to release some tension then continued re-tying his shoes. As he did, a familiar pair of feet came up to his right side. " Yes Daniel? "
" What did the boss want? " Daniel asked as he sat down next Branslav.
" To mess with my head, " Branslav muttered. " He was fishing for information about Robert and Betty. "
" You didn't tell him you invited Betty right? " Daniel asked.
" Of course I didn't tell him, " Branslav cut him off. " He's going to find out anyway. "
" Oh yeah, " Daniel said. " The 'visitor' rule. "
" Yeah, " Branslav nodded.
Coach Sweet came in looked around. " Alright you slackers. Get it together. We need to be out there to warm up in five minutes. "
The other players had been milling around half-dressed, Branslav and Daniel the only two completely dressed out right down to their warm-ups. The rest of the guys grumbled and started to finish dressing. Branslav looked at the floor, his mood darkening some more. He had been rather upset with the rest of the team that day, his angst being compounded by his failed plans with Betty.
Daniel looked around then at Branslav, " You want to wait on these guys or do you want to go out now? "
Branslav stood up, " Let's just go. I have to check on Betty. "
**
Betty sat down, Robert taking a seat next to her. She had been accepted warmly into the Turquoise's locker room, all the guys hugging her and asking her if she'd come by after the game to hang out with them before they had to leave for Carson City. She told them she couldn't promise anything but Robert said he'd bring her back. Coach Hooker came in to run them out so the guys could finish getting ready and they went back to their seats.
Robert looked towards the Supernovas' locker room when he saw Branslav and Daniel coming out of the tunnel dressed in their warm-ups. They were white with blue and orange trim. the same colors that the uniforms were. Branslav looked towards the seats behind their bench and furrowed his brow. He scanned the area, frowning. Daniel slapped him in the arm and pointed to where Betty and Robert were.
Branslav looked even more displeased when he saw them sitting together. He nudged Daniel and pointed towards them. Daniel furrowing his brow then following Branslav. Robert could tell he was puzzled over where she was sitting.
The two walked over, Branslav looking a little bit more than mad. " Why are you over here? " He looked at Betty, his tone coming off a little harsher than he intended. " Your ticket is for over there behind our bench. "
" I didn't want Martin getting a hold of her, " Robert looked up at Branslav.
" She's going to have to go over there eventually, " Branslav said. " He established this new rule we have to bring our guests over to meet him or they get kicked out. "
Robert growled, “ Jesus. Doesn't that man have better things to do than to make up stupid rules? That's bullshit. “
“ I know but I can't help it, “ Branslav said.
“ This is bullshit, “ Robert muttered again.
“ I know, “ Branslav sighed. " Let us just take her to see Martin, okay? "
" I will but I'm coming along, " Robert said.
" Fine, " Branslav stuck his right index finger in Robert's face. " Behave. "
Robert pushed his hand away, " I will as long as Martin does. One side wise comment though and it'll be on like Donkey Kong. "
Branslav growled, " Just come on. Let's get this over with. "
Robert turned to Betty, " Come on. "
" Do I have to go? " Betty looked a little frightened. “ I don't want to cause trouble. I didn't want to cause trouble then either. “
Robert rubbed her back, “ We know you didn't, baby. You were just defending yourself. “
Branslav nodded, " Yeah but you will cause trouble if you don't go meet him. He will kick you out otherwise. "
Betty bit her lip and looked up at Branslav then at Robert. " But... " She started.
" Shh, " Robert silenced her with a finger over her lips. " You've got us for back up so don't worry your pretty little head honey. Promise not to be scared. He feeds off that. "
Betty took a deep breath after Robert moved his finger, " Okay. I'll try. "
" Don't try, " Robert said. " Do it. I want to hear you say you're not going to be scared of the big bad fat ass. "
" I promise I won't be afraid of the big bad fat ass, " Betty stifled a giggle at the last part.
" That's my girl, " Robert smiled and took her hand as he stood up. “ Up you go. “
Branslav frowned deeply at Robert calling Betty his girl. He hoped it was just an expression and not a pronouncement of intent. The way Robert had been treating her made it look like he was seriously interested in being more than friends with her. Branslav hoped it was just his imagination being overactive though.
Daniel and Branslav took a step back as Robert and Betty stepped into the aisle. Robert slid his arm around Betty's shoulders and held her hand as the walked over to the Supernovas' bench, Branslav and Daniel right behind them, Branslav grinding his jaw. Martin was mingling with some of the season ticket holders when the four of them approached.
The small crowd fell silent when they saw them. Martin turned to see what the disturbance was. He smiled, " Oh Branslav. You finally brought her over. "
" Yes, " Branslav nodded. " Martin, this is my guest. "
Martin put his hand out to Betty, " How do you do ma'am? I'm Martin Richardson. "
Betty eyed his hand warily but then took it, " Nice to meet you sir. I'm Melissa French. "
" Oh? A hometown celebrity? " Martin said. The small crowd whispered amongst themselves after hearing Betty's pen name. " How wonderful to have you here. I see you have already charmed some of my best players. "
Betty nodded, " Yes. I have. "
Martin continued to smile, " I would be honored if you would sit next to me for the game. "
Robert stepped in, knowing Martin was up to something just by his tone and the smile he had plastered on his face. " She's already sitting over there with me. "
" Oh really now White Bread? " Martin looked at him.
" Yeah, " Robert said with a controlled tone.
" But Branslav invited her to this game. You can't make her sit with the 'away' team. She'll look like a traitor to her town if she does. "
" No she won't, " Robert said. " She can sit anywhere she wants. "
" That's not necessarily true, " Martin's smile became sardonic. " Since I allowed her to come to this game, I can make her leave if she's rude to me. I mean, we all know she was rude to me once already and I will not tolerate it a second time. "
Robert arched an eyebrow, " Oh? I don't remember her being rude to you before. Last time I checked, defending yourself wasn't being rude. "
Coach Sweet and the rest of the team came out of the locker room, passing by Branslav and Daniel. Coach Sweet stopped though, glaring at Branslav. " You get on the floor now and start warming up. "
" In a minute sir, " Branslav said.
Coach Sweet grabbed his arm, " No. Right now or else. And take your sidekick with you. "
Daniel glared at the coach for being called a sidekick but didn't say anything. Branslav sighed then patted Daniel on the shoulder, " Let's go. "
" But, " Daniel said.
" Let's go, " Branslav said sharply. " You heard Coach Sweet. I don't want to be here until six in the morning shooting free throws. I have to drive her home tonight and I can't if I'm locked up here. "
Daniel sighed and walked away with Branslav. Coach Sweet's favorite punishment for disobedience was making the offender stay at the arena working on their skills until sunrise the next morning. To make sure the player stayed, he'd lock them in the practice gym and sit outside the door to watch. He had done that to his high school students and everyone figured it was one of the things that contributed to him being fired from that job.
Martin watched them walk away then looked at Robert and Betty, " Apparently you have a different definition of 'rude'. Tell me what you consider 'rude' Robert. "
" You want to know what I consider 'rude'? " Robert replied. " It's attacking a girl when she's done nothing wrong. But hey, that's just me I guess. "
" Yes it is, " Martin said. " I consider talking back 'rude' and since she did that then she has indeed been rude to me once already. Now, she can refuse to sit with me and leave or agree and stay. Considering it IS Branslav she came to see, I think he'd be a little upset if she left. "
Robert narrowed his eyes, " There's just no getting through to you is there? "
" It's all about perception my dear Robert, " Martin said. He smirked, " And what I'm perceiving about you isn't very favorable. Tell me, why are you so protective of that little chit? "
" I would like it if you didn't call her that, " Robert pulled Betty closer. " And I'm protecting her because she did nothing wrong then and she's doing nothing wrong now. "
" That doesn't change the fact I gave her a very expensive ticket and she has an obligation to me, " Martin asked.
" She has an obligation to Branslav to be here, " Robert countered.
" Then are you saying she'll sit with me? " Martin asked.
Robert shook his head, " No. "
" Then she'll have to leave, " Martin said. He motioned to a security guard to come over.
Betty put her hands up, " I'll sit with him, Robert. It's okay. I don't want to upset Branslav. "
Martin cocked his head to the side, " Oh. So you can speak for yourself? I was wondering where that little spitfire had vanished to. "
Betty gave Martin and emotionless look, “ I'm doing this for Branslav's sake. “
“ Ah, “ Martin nodded once. “ I see. “
The guard got there, " Is there a problem sir? "
Martin nodded, " Could you please escort Mr. Hughes out of the building? "
Robert's jaw dropped open, " What? I have to be here with my team. You can't do that to me. "
" Yes I can, " Martin said.
" But where am I going to go? " Robert said. He really had no place to stay until the game was over unless he sat out in the bus in the cold.
" I don't care, " Martin said. " Now go. "
The guard grabbed Robert by the arm, " Come on. "
" I'll take care of him, " A man said from behind Betty and Robert. " I need to talk to him anyway. "
Robert turned and found it was his team's owner. William Joseph Shaver was dressed in a sharp looking black suit with a black and turquoise striped tie. His dress shirt was a crisp white which made his white hair look even whiter but brought out the blue in his eyes. " Mr. Shaver, when did you get here? "
" I flew in as soon as I heard you were applying for a leave of absence, " Mr. Shaver put his hand on Robert's shoulder. His distinguished features gave the impression of someone who was wise and slow to anger. " Come on, son. We're not wanted here. "
" What about her? “ Robert pointed to Betty. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped Mr. Shaver would invite Betty to go with them instead.
" I'm sure Mr. Richardson will treat her well, " Mr. Shaver said. He was six inches taller than Martin and in perfect shape for a man of fifty.
" Okay, " Robert took his arm from around Betty reluctantly. He leaned into her ear and whispered, " I'll see you later. "
" Yeah. Later, " Betty said.
He wasn't too far away when he heard Martin speak to Betty. " Now my dear, " Martin's tone dripped with fake sweetness as he offered her his arm. " Let's take our seats. "
Bekka Mouri-Hibiki 2007
Robert pulled into the players parking area, doing his best not to look right at Branslav. He looked very disgruntled with Robert's tardiness. Robert pulled into Branslav's parking place and shut the car off. He glanced over at Betty and gave her a little smile.
She glanced back him, still looking wary. " Let me handle this, " Robert said.
Betty nodded but said nothing else. She still seemed in shock over the events that occurred at her house. Once she had collected herself enough to talk, she had revealed to Robert he had been her first kiss. She apologized for acting the way she had then clammed up.
He had left the room, saying he needed some fresh air to get his head together. He had paced her front yard, silently berating himself for even trying to kiss her when she was supposed to be Branslav's date. He then remember his phone had been ringing. He went back inside to check it, finding Branslav had called and left a message he was ready to be picked up.
He told Betty and she got her things together. They hadn't spoke the entire trip back to the arena, leaving him feeling more confused. He wondered what she was thinking but he didn't know how to ask her. He hoped she didn't hate him for doing what he had done.
" Stay here, " Robert said as he opened the driver's side door.
" Okay, " Betty nodded and watched him get out of the car. He gave her a terse smile after shutting the door and she watched as he walked towards Branslav.
Robert tried to act normal as he approached his friend. He scratched the side of his neck and tried to look apologetic when he reached him, " Sorry we were late. My cell phone fell out in the car and I didn't know you had called until we got back in. "
" Oh really now? " Branslav said, a hint of doubt in his voice.
" Yeah, " Robert said, noting Branslav's doubtful tone. He hated to lie to Branslav but he didn't dare tell him the truth. He was pretty certain the truth would have been much more hurtful especially since Branslav was the one interested in Betty first. “ Really. “
Branslav sighed, " Well we still have plenty of time to go hang out before I have to be back here. "
Robert nodded, " We have all kinds of time to kill. "
Branslav sighed, " Yeah. So what do you want to do? "
" Let's go get something to eat, " Robert rubbed his stomach. " I'm starving. "
" Where do you want to go? " Branslav asked.
Robert thought about it then said, " Let's go the Chang Whang's. "
" Does Betty want to go there? " Branslav arched an eyebrow. " I don't want to take her some place she might not want to go. "
" I haven’t asked her. Let's find out, " Robert said and handed Branslav his keys. “ You're driving right? “
Branslav nodded, “ Yes. Are you going to stay in your seat today? “
“ Yeah. I'll just sit in the back, “ Robert said. He smirked, “ I only did that yesterday because I was buzzed. “
Branslav arched an eyebrow, “ You didn't do that hair of the frog thing to cure your headache right? “
Robert cracked up then slapped Branslav on the shoulder, “ Damn it man. You got it wrong and no, I didn't do the hair of the dog thing. Betty gave me some Tramadol. “
“ Oh, “ Branslav said. “ I guess that was better than the stuff I gave you. “
“ It was. Now come on, “ Robert slapped Branslav on the shoulder again. “ We've kept the lady waiting long enough. It's been a long time since that drive through breakfast. “
Branslav and Robert went to the car, Branslav getting in on the driver's side and Robert climbing in the back. Branslav looked at Betty, " We want to go to Chang Whang's to eat. Is that okay with you? "
" I've never eaten there before so I guess that's okay if you two want to go, " Betty said. “ I'm so hungry right now, I could eat a horse. “
Branslav looked at Robert in the rear view then at Betty again, “ You haven’t ate at Chang's before? “
“ No, “ Betty said. " I like chinese food like a fat kid loves cake but I've never been able to go there. "
“ Wow, “ Branslav said. “ You've lived here for your whole life and never been to Chang's? “
" No. Is it good? " Betty asked.
“ Yeah. Everything there is so good I don’t know how you’ll be able to choose something easily. They have a huge menu, “ Robert said.
Betty laughed, “ I don’t know if I’ll even know how to order off of a menu in a Chinese restaurant. The ones I always go to are buffets. “
Branslav and Robert looked at each other then Robert patted Betty's shoulder. “ That’s a shame, “ Robert said. “ Chang's is the best. “
" I'll take your word for it, " Betty said.
Robert looked at Betty in the rear view mirror, “ Well it is. “
“ I hope so, “ Betty gave him a small smile.
They were pretty much silent for the rest of the trip to the restaurant. When they got there, it was busy so they had to wait a little while for a table. Finally, they were led to a corner booth where Branslav got on one side of Betty and Robert got on the other, pinning her in the middle. The waitress gave them their menus and Betty looked at hers thoughtfully.
“ That’s good right there, “ Robert reached across and pointed at the Chang’s Spicy Chicken. " It's not as spicy as they lead you to believe. "
“ I like this better, “ Branslav reached over to Betty's menu too. He pointed at the Mongolian Beef. " That isn't too spicy either. "
“ Nah. The chicken is better, “ Robert said as he tapped the menu. " It's white meat. "
“ No, “ Branslav said as he tapped the menu too. “ The beef is. They use really lean meat here. “
Betty put her menu down, “ Thanks guys but I’m going to get the Kung Pao Chicken. “
Robert and Branslav looked at each other then Robert looked at Betty. “ Oh. Do you like really spicy stuff? “ Robert arched an eyebrow.
“ Yeah, “ Betty nodded.
“ You better watch out, “ Robert said and laughed. " That's the hottest thing they serve. The first time Branslav ate it... "
Branslav glared at Robert, not wishing for Betty to hear about it. It had not been pleasant at all. He had since developed a taste for spicy foods though and could tolerate the dish. “ I don't think you should if you've never had it before Betty. “
Betty quirked her mouth, “ We'll see. “
“ Well don't tell us we didn't warn you, “ Robert put his menu down.
“ I eat spicy stuff all the time so it might not be that bad, " Betty said. “ I use crushed red pepper in place of salt most of the time. “
“ Yeah but that stuff practically smokes it's so hot. I don’t think you can handle something that hot, “ Robert said.
“ You'd be surprised what I can handle, “ Betty said. " You'd be surprised where my limits are. "
" Can I test your limits sometime? “ Robert smirked. He then suddenly hissed in pain and leaned forward, reaching for his right shin, “ Ouch! Branslav! “
Branslav had kicked Robert under the table because he didn't like the way Robert was looking at Betty or his flirtatious comment. He didn't know or care if Robert was just messing with her. He just knew Robert was still pissing him off. He had given him grace for his behavior for the night prior but said grace ended when the sun came up.
“ Oh. Sorry about that. I had a muscle spasm, “ Branslav said evenly.
Robert quirked his mouth but said nothing as he glared at Branslav. The waitress came back and asked them if we were ready to order. They all nodded and ordered what they wanted, including appetizers. When she left again, Robert tickled the side of Betty's leg to get her to laugh and break the tension.
Betty stifled a giggle as Branslav arched an eyebrow. He was debating whether or not to kick Robert again. He found Betty's giggle cute though and decided to see if she was ticklish on the side that faced him.
" No! Stop! I'm very ticklish! " She said.
" Oh you shouldn't have said that, " Robert smiled. " Branslav's a tickle monster. "
Branslav reached over and tickled her side again to prove Robert right. Betty stifled another giggle but couldn’t control it anymore when they both started tickling her in tandem. It turned into full-blown tickle torture and Betty couldn’t stop her laughter.
The both of them found it amusing when Betty started snorting, busting out in laughter of their own. People started staring at them so they tried to calm down. Just as they settled down, Betty had to snort again. It brought on a whole new wave of laughter but they managed to stanch it before it got out of hand again.
An older Chinese woman that looked like a manager came over looking none too happy. “ Excuse me? “ She said.
“ Yes ma’am? “ Robert said. He put on his sweetest smile and tried to be composed.
“ Could the three of you please be a little more quiet? “ She said. “ If there’s another outburst like that, I’ll have to ask you to leave. “
Robert looked sorry, “ Oh. We’re sorry about that. We’ll try to keep it under control from now on. “
“ I hope so, “ She said then walked away.
Branslav looked at Robert, “ We were just having fun, “
“ I don't think she cared, “ Robert said. He had tried to lighten the mood and it looked like it had sort of worked. Betty didn't seem quiet as uncomfortable and looked like she had relaxed a bit.
A few minutes passed as they all drank their tea and waited for their entrees. The giggle fit had taken quite a bit out of them so they needed time to recover. Robert and Betty were still feeling a bit awkward while being at the arena had left Branslav in need of some rest. Branslav checked his watch, “ I’m starvingc “
“ Me too, “ Betty muttered.
“ Me three, “ Robert agreed.
Robert had a prefect view of the kitchen and finally saw their waitress coming with their appetizers. Betty had ordered crab wontons while the guys each ordered ribs. The ribs looked good and Robert eyed Betty's wontons. After the waitress set their plates down and left, Robert pointed at one of her wontons. “ Can I have one? I’ll trade you. “
“ Sure, “ Betty said. She picked up the wonton with her fork and set it on his plate. He pulled off two ribs and put them on her plate. " There you go. "
" Thanks sweetheart, " Robert smiled.
" You're welcome, " Betty smiled a bit at being called 'sweetheart'. When she looked at her plate she noted she had two wontons instead of four but up a couple ribs.
She looked to Branslav and found he had the second wonton. He looked at her, “ I wanted one too. Besides, I’m paying for yours so I can have what I want. “
“ No problem, “ She put her hands up. “ I prefer meat anyway. “
“ I bet you do, “ Robert smirked at Betty. He got a mischievous look on his face as his grin broadened, " Especially beefcake right? "
“ You pervert, “ Betty muttered. She grabbed up her fork and forked him in the side. “ Fork you. “
“ Hey! Forking in public is illegal, “ Robert grabbed her fork from her hand and forked her back. Betty snatched Robert's fork, forking him again. He snatched it back and forked her again, causing her to giggling. “ I want to hear you snort again. “
“ No! “ Betty said. “ I will not! “
Robert got an evil grin on his face and poked her again. It seems she was loosening up more since she was actually playing, “ You know what they say about girls that snort when they laugh don't you? “
“ No, “ Betty poked Robert back. “ What do they say? “
“ They say that girls that snort when they laugh really enjoy forking! “ Robert said, rapidly poking Betty and she rapidly poked him back.
“ Cut it out! “ Branslav growled. Robert was again hogging Betty's attention and he was starting to feel like he was the fifth wheel instead of Robert.
Robert gave Betty back her fork and took his back, “ Sorry Branslav. I’ll stop forking your girlfriend. “
“ She’s not my girlfriend, “ Branslav muttered. He had hoped Betty would be but it was still a little premature since he hadn't really learned much about her outside what he knew from talking to her online. He really hadn't had much of a chance with Robert hanging around.
“ Then she’s fair game? “ Robert reached for his fork
Branslav snatched his fork away and took Betty's too. He was getting upset that Robert was still flirting with her so shamelessly in spite of his obvious agitation. “ No. You’re both giving me a headache. “
“ Don't be so jealous. It's not good for... Ouch! “ Robert yelped in pain again.
Branslav cocked his head to the side as Robert reached for his left shin, “ Sorry. I had another muscle spasm. “
“ Muscle spasm my ass, “ Robert muttered. Branslav looked angry and Robert had a pretty good idea of why. He always got very upset when things didn't go according to his exact plan. " You're just pissed because... "
“ Because of what? “ Branslav said sharply. He didn't want Robert saying anything else about him being jealous. He indeed was but he didn't want to argue with him in front of Betty.
“ Nothing, “ Robert decided to back off. Branslav looked like he had almost reached his limit and Robert didn't want him losing his temper.
They ate in silence and had barely finished their appetizers when their entrees came. Once the waitress had given them everything, Betty asked for chopsticks. The request garnered a good laugh from Robert. “ That’s funny. “
“ What is? “ Betty arched an eyebrow.
“ You’re going to use chopsticks, “ Robert snickered. “ This should be fun. “
“ Well the fork master won’t let us have our forks back so what else can I do? “ Betty asked. " Besides, I'm good with chopsticks. "
“ Tell the Fork Nazi to give the forks back, “ Robert said. " You know, just in case we need them. "
The look Branslav gave them told them they wouldn’t be getting their forks back unless they wanted to risk losing their hands. He was obviously annoyed with their waywardness. “ I think I’ll keep them for now. You two might start forking again. “
“ What’s your problem with chopsticks anyway? “ Betty looked at Robert, “ Can’t you use them? “
“ Of course, “ Robert said then asked the waitress for chopsticks too. He looked at Branslav, “ You want to join in? “
“ No, “ Betty said. “ He doesn’t have to get involved if he doesn’t want to. “
Branslav asked for chopsticks too. He then looked at them, “ I want to join in. Let's see who's the best at this. “
Robert gave Betty a smart-ass grin. “ So there. “
Betty rolled her eyes, “ Fine. “
Robert and Betty were doing quite well with their chopsticks but Branslav ended up giving up, claiming he didn’t feel like eating with chopsticks. He watched them though, laughing when Robert would screw up and drop something. “ Damn. I’m usually good with these, “ He muttered after he dropped the same bite for the third time. “ It's got to be the shape my hands are in. “
Branslav gave Robert his fork back, “ Just stop. It's painful to watch you. “
Robert didn't take his fork back, “ I'm not giving up yet. “
Betty hadn’t dropped anything and looked rather proud of herself. Robert looked over at her then her lunch. “ You know, that looks good. Can I have a taste? “
“ Sure, “ Betty pushed the plate towards him but he didn’t have much luck picking up the bite he wanted. Betty smiled, “ Do you want my help? “
“ Go ahead, “ Robert said. Betty picked up the bite he wanted, putting her hand under the bite in case she dropped it because of her trembling hands, he was sure. She fed it to him, her fingertips brushing his chin as she did. He had a bit of stubble and her fingers brushed it, causing him to give Betty a seductive look when she touched him.
He grinning as he was chewing then swallowed. “ Give me another bite. “
“ Okay, “ She said and gave him another. Her fingers brushed his chin again and he shivered inwardly at her soft touch.
“ Hit me again, “ He smiled. “ This is good stuff. “
She laughed and gave him another bite, “ What is? The chicken or me feeding you? “
“ Both. They must have cut the spices down in the chicken, “ He smiled. " And it tickles when you graze my chin. "
Branslav rolled his eyes, “ Do you have to do that? “
“ He'd have it all over himself if he were doing it. Just look at how he was doing, “ Betty said.
Branslav shrugged, " You have a point. "
Betty went back to eating her food but stopped after a few bites. She looked at the rest of her food and sighed. “ Guess what. “
Robert pulled her plate towards him, “ You’re full. I’m finishing it for you. “
Branslav reached over, “ We’re splitting it. “
“ Okay, “ Robert wasn't going to argue with Branslav. He didn't want to agitate him any more. He looked over at Betty's chest, “ Oh. The chopstick master dropped a peanut. “
Betty looked down and found it had landed on her shirt right on top of her breasts. She reached for it but Robert was faster, plucking the peanut from its perch nimbly with his fingers. He smirked after he put it in his mouth then said, “ Good thing it didn't fall into your shirt. "
“ Yeah, “ Betty nodded. She reached under the table and got her napkin from her lap. She then dipped it in her water glass and cleaned the kung-pow sauce off her shirt.
" That's a pretty shirt, " Branslav said. " I hope that stuff doesn't stain. "
Betty waved her hand, " I can get stains out of anything. Don't worry about it. "
Branslav went back to eating, his attempt at showing concern seemingly going bust. It felt like everything was going wrong for him. From Betty fainting on his doorstep to Robert's flirting, the whole experience seemed to be one disaster after another. He was getting frustrated but tried not to let it get to him too much.
He took comfort in the fact he had one advantage over Robert though. He had to leave after the game while Betty would still be in town. He started making plans to get her alone once Robert was gone and try to get to know her then. He didn't want to resent his best friend in his time of need but Robert was really starting to get on his nerves.
~He's just doing this because he hurting, ~ He told himself. ~Betty's just being nice because he's hurting. That's probably all it is. When he leaves, I'll fix this mess. ~
When they were finished eating, the waitress brought them their fortune cookies and Betty took one. “ Have you two every played the ‘in bed’ game? “
Robert started laughing, “ I play games in bed all the time. “
Branslav laughed too, “ Yeah. Me too, “
“ No. I mean the game where you read a fortune cookie fortune and tack the words ‘in bed’ on the end, “ Betty said as she blushed deep red.
“ Oh. No, “ Robert tried to stop laughing. “ I don’t think I have. “
Branslav shook his head, “ No. I've never heard of that game. Then again, I've only been here for about five years. I'm still learning stuff. “
“ That's okay. The game is really stupid but it can be fun, “ Betty said.
“ Then let’s do it. It can’t hurt anything “ Robert shrugged.
“ Okay, “ Betty opened it and read the fortune. “ Hmmmc Accept the next proposition you hear in bed. “
Branslav looked at his, “ It is much wiser to take advice than give it in bed. “
Robert laughed, “ That’s a good one, you should mind that. Let me read mine. “
Betty and Branslav watched as he opened his cookie and looked at the fortune. He looked at Betty after he read it and smiled. “ You're going to love this one. “
“ What's it say? “ Betty asked.
“ Love is the only medicine for a broken heart in bed, “ Robert said. He grinned evilly, “ I think someone up there is trying to tell us something. “
Betty blushed deeply and Branslav frowned. “ It's just a fortune cookie, He said sharply. " Let's just get out of here. “
**
Robert escorted Betty into the arena, heading for the seats behind Turquoise’s bench. He still had to be at the game even if he wasn't going to play. Betty balked in the aisle though and he turned to look at her. " What's wrong? " He asked.
" I'm supposed to be in that section over there I think, " Betty held up her ticket. The section listed on the ticket was directly behind the Supernovas' bench.
Robert rolled his eyes and took the ticket. He crumpled it up and threw it away. He grabbed her pass she had on around her neck, " This is all you need babe. Beside, you'll be safer with me than over there. "
" Safer? " Betty looked puzzled.
" Yeah. Martin isn't over here, " Robert said then saw Coach Hooker. Robert waved him over and he moved quickly to get there. " What's up? You moved like your ass was on fire. "
" Robert, " Coach Hooker said. " How are you doing? "
" I could be better, " Robert sighed. " I think I'm still numb though. "
" The guys have all been worried. I didn't tell them much except you needed some time to yourself and you weren't going to be playing for a while. They heard about the hotel room though, " Coach Hooker shook his head. “ I can't believe you did that. “
“ Yeah well I can't either sir, “ Robert said. " I just lost it when I found out. "
Coach Hooker ran a hand through his hair, “ Well everyone is talking about it. The hotel is demanding payment for everything you destroyed. “
“ I figured they would, “ Robert said. “ Have you talked to Mr. Shaver yet? “
Coach Hooker nodded, “ He said he'd take care of it. Now, about the other guys... “
" Do you want me to go back there and talk to them? " Robert said. " You know, let them know everything will be okay? "
" That's a good idea, " Coach Hooker said then looked at Betty. " Oh! Hello again. "
Betty smiled, " Hello sir. "
" I didn’t expect to see you tonight, " Coach Hooker said.
" This is my hometown and I was invited to come, " Betty explained.
" By Robert? " Coach Hooker glanced at him.
" No, " Betty shook her head. " Branslav Korbel invited me. "
Coach Hooker nodded, " Oh yeah. I remember he helped you that night along with that mulatto kid... Hill I think his name is. "
" Yeah, “ Robert said. " That's right. I was keeping him out of trouble. "
" So are you coming back to see the guys? " Coach Hooker looked at Robert. " They really want to see you. "
" Sure, " Robert grabbed Betty's hand. " Come on. Let's go. "
" Do you think they'll want to see me? " Betty looked surprised that Robert had invited her along.
Robert smiled, " They're some of your biggest fans so of course they'll want to see you again. Don't you remember that all had your books? "
" I remember. I'll go, " Betty said.
Betty let Robert pull her along with him to the locker room. Robert stopped at the door, " Let me make sure everyone is decent okay? "
" Sure, " Betty nodded. She watched Robert disappear into the locker room and waited for him to come back out. After about five minutes, he came back out. " Come on in. The guys are dying to see you again. "
**
Branslav was re-tying his shoes when he heard the locker room door swing open. He looked up, seeing Martin walking towards him. He sat up when he go closer, " Yes sir? "
" So when do I get to meet your guest? " Martin asked. He had recently established a rule that he had to meet anyone the players invited to the games.
" I'll introduce her to you when I get out there for the warm-up, " Branslav said. “ I don't even know if she's here yet. “
Martin nodded, " Okay. Say. "
" Huh? Branslav arched an eyebrow.
" I saw White Bread out there, " Martin said.
" You know he has to be here until his team's upper management approves his leave of absence, " Branslav said. Branslav didn't like the way Martin liked to pick on Robert. He wasn't quite for sure what he had done to make Martin so mad besides request a trade. The team had just started doing well when his trade came through and knocked them down a little bit in the standings.
It took a year to recover from the loss of Robert but the team had gotten stronger in spite of losing one of their best. That much was evident in the way they had swept the season before and made it to the finals. Martin was still bitter though and picked on Robert every chance he got. Branslav tried to ignore it though it irked him to hear his best friend talked about like dirt.
" Oh I know, " Martin nodded. " I'm just wondering why he was holding hands with some woman when he's married. I thought his wife was that little pixie girl Pauline. "
Branslav arched an eyebrow. " Holding hands with some woman? " He said. He knew Robert was escorting Betty and protecting her but he didn't think he'd be so brazen to be holding hands with her.
" You know, " Martin said. " That woman look awfully familiar but I just can't place her. "
Branslav knew what Martin was doing and he wasn't going to fall for it. He was fishing for information. He knew that the man had a mind like a steel trap and never forgot a name or face. " Beats me, " Branslav said.
" Oh well, " Martin said. " Maybe I'll go check her out when she comes back from the Turquoise's locker room. Robert just took her in there a little while ago. "
Branslav frowned, " He did? "
" Yes, " Martin said. " He took her by the hand and walked her over there like he was going to show of a prize of some sort. "
Branslav started to get mad then recalled Betty had gone to the Turquoise's home opener. He remembered Coach Hooker escorting her to her seat from the locker room so it completely feasible Betty had met the rest of Robert's team then. " Maybe she knows that team, " Branslav offered.
" Oh I don't doubt that, " Martin smiled. " She looks like that woman Coach Hooker was with at their season opener actually. I think that's where know her from but she looked awfully familiar from somewhere else too. "
Branslav shrugged, " If it's the girl that Coach Hooker was escorting then it's possible. The announcers did say she was from here. "
" You might recognize her too, " Martin then acted like he was thinking. " Oh. I think it's coming to me but it couldn't possibly be that girl. "
" Which girl? " Branslav asked.
" The girl from... No. Can't be, " Martin looked at Branslav. " I was thinking she was busser from the banquet but she was much too ugly to be that beautiful woman Robert is parading around with. "
Branslav narrowed his eyes, the banquet still being a point of contention between Martin and him. He was still adamant that Betty had been involved with the antics of the other bussers while Branslav tried to convince him otherwise. " That girl wasn't ugly, " Branslav said.
" I suppose if you like women that look like men she wasn't, " Martin chuckled.
" Sir, " Branslav said sharply. " I have to get ready for the game. I'll introduce you to my guest when I get out there. Could you please just let me get ready now? "
Martin looked put off though Branslav had asked nicely. " Well then. I suppose you do have a point. I'll see you out there. "
Martin walked away and Branslav felt like screaming. He slammed his fist into the bench to release some tension then continued re-tying his shoes. As he did, a familiar pair of feet came up to his right side. " Yes Daniel? "
" What did the boss want? " Daniel asked as he sat down next Branslav.
" To mess with my head, " Branslav muttered. " He was fishing for information about Robert and Betty. "
" You didn't tell him you invited Betty right? " Daniel asked.
" Of course I didn't tell him, " Branslav cut him off. " He's going to find out anyway. "
" Oh yeah, " Daniel said. " The 'visitor' rule. "
" Yeah, " Branslav nodded.
Coach Sweet came in looked around. " Alright you slackers. Get it together. We need to be out there to warm up in five minutes. "
The other players had been milling around half-dressed, Branslav and Daniel the only two completely dressed out right down to their warm-ups. The rest of the guys grumbled and started to finish dressing. Branslav looked at the floor, his mood darkening some more. He had been rather upset with the rest of the team that day, his angst being compounded by his failed plans with Betty.
Daniel looked around then at Branslav, " You want to wait on these guys or do you want to go out now? "
Branslav stood up, " Let's just go. I have to check on Betty. "
**
Betty sat down, Robert taking a seat next to her. She had been accepted warmly into the Turquoise's locker room, all the guys hugging her and asking her if she'd come by after the game to hang out with them before they had to leave for Carson City. She told them she couldn't promise anything but Robert said he'd bring her back. Coach Hooker came in to run them out so the guys could finish getting ready and they went back to their seats.
Robert looked towards the Supernovas' locker room when he saw Branslav and Daniel coming out of the tunnel dressed in their warm-ups. They were white with blue and orange trim. the same colors that the uniforms were. Branslav looked towards the seats behind their bench and furrowed his brow. He scanned the area, frowning. Daniel slapped him in the arm and pointed to where Betty and Robert were.
Branslav looked even more displeased when he saw them sitting together. He nudged Daniel and pointed towards them. Daniel furrowing his brow then following Branslav. Robert could tell he was puzzled over where she was sitting.
The two walked over, Branslav looking a little bit more than mad. " Why are you over here? " He looked at Betty, his tone coming off a little harsher than he intended. " Your ticket is for over there behind our bench. "
" I didn't want Martin getting a hold of her, " Robert looked up at Branslav.
" She's going to have to go over there eventually, " Branslav said. " He established this new rule we have to bring our guests over to meet him or they get kicked out. "
Robert growled, “ Jesus. Doesn't that man have better things to do than to make up stupid rules? That's bullshit. “
“ I know but I can't help it, “ Branslav said.
“ This is bullshit, “ Robert muttered again.
“ I know, “ Branslav sighed. " Let us just take her to see Martin, okay? "
" I will but I'm coming along, " Robert said.
" Fine, " Branslav stuck his right index finger in Robert's face. " Behave. "
Robert pushed his hand away, " I will as long as Martin does. One side wise comment though and it'll be on like Donkey Kong. "
Branslav growled, " Just come on. Let's get this over with. "
Robert turned to Betty, " Come on. "
" Do I have to go? " Betty looked a little frightened. “ I don't want to cause trouble. I didn't want to cause trouble then either. “
Robert rubbed her back, “ We know you didn't, baby. You were just defending yourself. “
Branslav nodded, " Yeah but you will cause trouble if you don't go meet him. He will kick you out otherwise. "
Betty bit her lip and looked up at Branslav then at Robert. " But... " She started.
" Shh, " Robert silenced her with a finger over her lips. " You've got us for back up so don't worry your pretty little head honey. Promise not to be scared. He feeds off that. "
Betty took a deep breath after Robert moved his finger, " Okay. I'll try. "
" Don't try, " Robert said. " Do it. I want to hear you say you're not going to be scared of the big bad fat ass. "
" I promise I won't be afraid of the big bad fat ass, " Betty stifled a giggle at the last part.
" That's my girl, " Robert smiled and took her hand as he stood up. “ Up you go. “
Branslav frowned deeply at Robert calling Betty his girl. He hoped it was just an expression and not a pronouncement of intent. The way Robert had been treating her made it look like he was seriously interested in being more than friends with her. Branslav hoped it was just his imagination being overactive though.
Daniel and Branslav took a step back as Robert and Betty stepped into the aisle. Robert slid his arm around Betty's shoulders and held her hand as the walked over to the Supernovas' bench, Branslav and Daniel right behind them, Branslav grinding his jaw. Martin was mingling with some of the season ticket holders when the four of them approached.
The small crowd fell silent when they saw them. Martin turned to see what the disturbance was. He smiled, " Oh Branslav. You finally brought her over. "
" Yes, " Branslav nodded. " Martin, this is my guest. "
Martin put his hand out to Betty, " How do you do ma'am? I'm Martin Richardson. "
Betty eyed his hand warily but then took it, " Nice to meet you sir. I'm Melissa French. "
" Oh? A hometown celebrity? " Martin said. The small crowd whispered amongst themselves after hearing Betty's pen name. " How wonderful to have you here. I see you have already charmed some of my best players. "
Betty nodded, " Yes. I have. "
Martin continued to smile, " I would be honored if you would sit next to me for the game. "
Robert stepped in, knowing Martin was up to something just by his tone and the smile he had plastered on his face. " She's already sitting over there with me. "
" Oh really now White Bread? " Martin looked at him.
" Yeah, " Robert said with a controlled tone.
" But Branslav invited her to this game. You can't make her sit with the 'away' team. She'll look like a traitor to her town if she does. "
" No she won't, " Robert said. " She can sit anywhere she wants. "
" That's not necessarily true, " Martin's smile became sardonic. " Since I allowed her to come to this game, I can make her leave if she's rude to me. I mean, we all know she was rude to me once already and I will not tolerate it a second time. "
Robert arched an eyebrow, " Oh? I don't remember her being rude to you before. Last time I checked, defending yourself wasn't being rude. "
Coach Sweet and the rest of the team came out of the locker room, passing by Branslav and Daniel. Coach Sweet stopped though, glaring at Branslav. " You get on the floor now and start warming up. "
" In a minute sir, " Branslav said.
Coach Sweet grabbed his arm, " No. Right now or else. And take your sidekick with you. "
Daniel glared at the coach for being called a sidekick but didn't say anything. Branslav sighed then patted Daniel on the shoulder, " Let's go. "
" But, " Daniel said.
" Let's go, " Branslav said sharply. " You heard Coach Sweet. I don't want to be here until six in the morning shooting free throws. I have to drive her home tonight and I can't if I'm locked up here. "
Daniel sighed and walked away with Branslav. Coach Sweet's favorite punishment for disobedience was making the offender stay at the arena working on their skills until sunrise the next morning. To make sure the player stayed, he'd lock them in the practice gym and sit outside the door to watch. He had done that to his high school students and everyone figured it was one of the things that contributed to him being fired from that job.
Martin watched them walk away then looked at Robert and Betty, " Apparently you have a different definition of 'rude'. Tell me what you consider 'rude' Robert. "
" You want to know what I consider 'rude'? " Robert replied. " It's attacking a girl when she's done nothing wrong. But hey, that's just me I guess. "
" Yes it is, " Martin said. " I consider talking back 'rude' and since she did that then she has indeed been rude to me once already. Now, she can refuse to sit with me and leave or agree and stay. Considering it IS Branslav she came to see, I think he'd be a little upset if she left. "
Robert narrowed his eyes, " There's just no getting through to you is there? "
" It's all about perception my dear Robert, " Martin said. He smirked, " And what I'm perceiving about you isn't very favorable. Tell me, why are you so protective of that little chit? "
" I would like it if you didn't call her that, " Robert pulled Betty closer. " And I'm protecting her because she did nothing wrong then and she's doing nothing wrong now. "
" That doesn't change the fact I gave her a very expensive ticket and she has an obligation to me, " Martin asked.
" She has an obligation to Branslav to be here, " Robert countered.
" Then are you saying she'll sit with me? " Martin asked.
Robert shook his head, " No. "
" Then she'll have to leave, " Martin said. He motioned to a security guard to come over.
Betty put her hands up, " I'll sit with him, Robert. It's okay. I don't want to upset Branslav. "
Martin cocked his head to the side, " Oh. So you can speak for yourself? I was wondering where that little spitfire had vanished to. "
Betty gave Martin and emotionless look, “ I'm doing this for Branslav's sake. “
“ Ah, “ Martin nodded once. “ I see. “
The guard got there, " Is there a problem sir? "
Martin nodded, " Could you please escort Mr. Hughes out of the building? "
Robert's jaw dropped open, " What? I have to be here with my team. You can't do that to me. "
" Yes I can, " Martin said.
" But where am I going to go? " Robert said. He really had no place to stay until the game was over unless he sat out in the bus in the cold.
" I don't care, " Martin said. " Now go. "
The guard grabbed Robert by the arm, " Come on. "
" I'll take care of him, " A man said from behind Betty and Robert. " I need to talk to him anyway. "
Robert turned and found it was his team's owner. William Joseph Shaver was dressed in a sharp looking black suit with a black and turquoise striped tie. His dress shirt was a crisp white which made his white hair look even whiter but brought out the blue in his eyes. " Mr. Shaver, when did you get here? "
" I flew in as soon as I heard you were applying for a leave of absence, " Mr. Shaver put his hand on Robert's shoulder. His distinguished features gave the impression of someone who was wise and slow to anger. " Come on, son. We're not wanted here. "
" What about her? “ Robert pointed to Betty. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped Mr. Shaver would invite Betty to go with them instead.
" I'm sure Mr. Richardson will treat her well, " Mr. Shaver said. He was six inches taller than Martin and in perfect shape for a man of fifty.
" Okay, " Robert took his arm from around Betty reluctantly. He leaned into her ear and whispered, " I'll see you later. "
" Yeah. Later, " Betty said.
He wasn't too far away when he heard Martin speak to Betty. " Now my dear, " Martin's tone dripped with fake sweetness as he offered her his arm. " Let's take our seats. "