And for the first time in forever, I feel as though I’m just an average twenty-one-year old, having agood time.
I register Lucio explaining how the game works to me, but I’m not paying full attention.
“Seems pretty simple to me,” I interrupt. “Point and shoot.” I make a show of holding up the blastergun and making pew-pew noises with my mouth.
Lucio laughs again—the sound is deep and rich and sexy—and backs away with eyebrows raised.
“Alright then, have it your way. But when you lose, don’t come crying to me.”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Bite me, Mazzeo. I can taste victory already. And let me tell you—ittastes good.”
Before he can retort, I take off into the darkness, cackling like a hyena.
Somewhere in the distance, Evie is squealing her little head off in delight
