Chapter 10: Postseason

"Double teamed even at Zab's party," exclaims Fas ambling over to Blaine with a long neck bottle of Budweiser. "I don't know how you do it."

"It's us that do it, asshole," chides Karma from one arm of the chair while high-fiving Mickie on the other.

"Do it to me, would ya," Fas laughs.

"We're driving to Harrison tomorrow, want to go?" Blaine offers.

"Forget that shit," Fas shouts over Grace Slick belting out Somebody To Love. "It happens out there."

"I need to see his grave and leave something for the family."

"What're ya gonna do, put your helmet there?"

"Good idea, maybe I should crack it first."

"No you don't honey," chimed in Mickie stripping off his varsity sweater. "Take this to keep him warm."

"I can sew a jagged line through the double B to make it look like a broken heart," adds Karma.

"Whatever," Fas concludes. "Great year we had Bleeds, wasn't it?"

"Fuck that, I blew it and we lost."

"Aw babe, don't be so hard on yourself," Karma chimes back in. "We wouldn't have had a chance without you."

"Neither would I," adds Mickie leaning onto Blaine's shoulder.

"Now that's my kind of win," concludes Fas, heading over to a group of guys by the turntable.

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