"So, Ace, who are rooting for this year?" Kieran's attempt at including me in the conversation was evident.
"Rooting for what?" I asked.
"The NFA. Which team's going to take the crown?" Now, the y were talking about the NFA.
The guys quiete d and waited for me to answer.
"I haven't been watching a lot of football but, I have a sof t spot for New York."
"New York? Zorry Zedona, they really zzzuck this zeazon!" Duncan’s bias against New York was distinct. Why I even found Duncan cute before was beyond me. He was maddeningly annoyi ng!
"Really?" Peter said, "I wouldn't have taken you for a New York fan."
Zander's eyes grinned, "Interesting choice."
Guys! I told them about my team and now they were shutting down my choice. I shrugged, "I like New York. The last time I saw them play, they were good."
A chuckle came out of Duncan, "Maybe in pre-zeazzon."
Zander brushed Duncan off, "Why New York?"
"They're good," I responded and started sipping more of my margarita.
Kieran snorted. Snorted?! What kind of 23 year-old, s upposedly mature guy did that!
"Come on, Ace. Be a sport. Tell them why you ‘love’ New York Liberty Football. The
real reason why you ‘think’ they're good."
Argh! Kieran was also extremely annoying tonight. The air quotes while he was talking irritated me more.
I continued to sip on my margarita and decided that silence was the ke y to change the topic.
Wrong.
Duncan egged me on, "Now you got uz curiouz, Zedona. Vhy vvould you like New York? Zzo out of char acter for you."
What was he talking about? He must be drunk. It was out of character for me to like New York? How did he know what was in character for m e, in the first place?
Duncan prattled on, "I'd guezz you'd be an L.A. fan or even a Zan Francisco Oceanerz fan."
Kieran answered, "Let me tell you why Ace thinks New Yor k is so good."
I reached across from Duncan so I could put my palm against Kieran’s mouth to shush him. He slowly pushed it away. If cheeks could burn from embarrassment, mine would be disintegrated when Kieran told them the real reason I li ked New York.
Hoping that this would change the topic, I asked, "So what about those drinks huh? They're great here." Abso-freakin-lutely lame , nothing else came to mind.
Three pairs of eyes were waiting for Kieran to go on. I wanted to sink under the table.
"Ace thinks New Yor k is soooo good because of-"
I managed to slap his left arm fro m where I was sitting. Hard.
"Aww, Ace! Stop the violence," his voice was anything but hurt.
Peter encouraged him to go on, "Continue. No more suspense."
Kieran looked at me with teasing eyes, "Got to spill the beans, Ace. New York really sucks this year and this is the only way I can defend your honor."
He was so going to get his beloved Nintendo DS soaked in the tub.
The glaring look in my eyes must have had no effect on him whatsoever, he ratted me out, "Ace has an unhealthy obsession for Aaron Miller."
In my mind, Kieran's DS was happily floating in the tub, with the box, and all the games that came with it.
Peter and Duncan guffawed, "No vvay! That panzzy-azz Miller?! He'z your type?" Duncan's booming voice must have echoed in the room because a few of the customers were now stealing glances at us.
"Shhh!" I quieted them to defend my honor by mysel f, "Miller's not pansy ass."
Zander's eyes darkened as he asked, "So y ou got a thing for Miller?"
My cheeks were incinerated, I said, "Not even going to answer that."
Kieran answered for me again, "Dude, a thing for Miller is putting it mildly. She has a couple of his jerseys, which she got for Christmas 2 years straight because they were at the top of her wish list. And his face was her screensaver all throughout her senior year in high school!"
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