15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

“It’s onesie day,” he slurs into the phone. “You knew that when you
dropped us off, Issa. Free beer until.. .”
She groans. “Put my brother on the phone.”
“Fine, fine,” Marshall mumbles. There’s a rustling sound that
comes from the phone, and then, “Yeah?”
Allysa spits out our location into the phone. “Get here right now.
Please. And bring a bag of ice.”
“Yes ma’am,” he says. The brother sounds like he may be a little
drunk, too. There’s laughter, and then one of the guys says, “She’s in a
bad mood,” and then the line goes dead.
Allysa puts her phone back in her pocket. “I’ll go wait outside for
them, they’re just down the street. Will you be okay here?”
I nod and reach for the chair. “Maybe I should just try to walk on
it.”
Allysa pushes my shoulders back until I’m leaning against the wall
again. “No, don’t move. Wait until they get here, okay?”
I have no idea what two drunken guys are going to be able to do
for me, but I nod. My new employee feels more like my boss right now
and I’m kind of scared of her at the moment.
I wait in the back for about ten minutes when I finally hear the
front door to the building open. “What in the world?” a man’s voice
says. “Why are you all alone in this creepy building?”
I hear Allysa say, “She’s back here.” She walks in, followed by a guy
wearing a onesie. He’s tall, a little bit on the thin side, but boyishly
handsome with big, honest eyes and a head full of dark, messy, way-
past-due-for-a-haircut hair. He’s holding a bag of ice.
Did I mention he was wearing a onesie?
I’m talking a legit, full-grown man in a SpongeBob onesie.
“This is your husband?” I ask her, cocking an eyebrow.
Allysa rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately,” she says, glancing back at
him. Another guy (also in a onesie) walks in behind them, but my
attention is on Allysa as she explains why they’re wearing pajamas on
a random Wednesday afternoon. “There’s a bar down the street that
gives out free beer to anyone who shows up in a onesie during a
Bruins game.” She makes her way over to me and motions for the
guys to follow her. “She fell off the chair and hurt her ankle,” she says