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

I hug him back and say, “It’s fine. You’re here. It was perfect.” I’m
giddy with excitement that he made it at all.
“You’re perfect,” he says, kissing me.
Allysa brushes past us. “You’re perfect,” she mimics. “Hey Ryle,
guess what?”
Ryle releases me. “What?”
Allysa grabs the trash can and drops it on the counter. “Lily needs
to hire more employees.”
I laugh at her constant repetition. Ryle squeezes my hand and says,
“Sounds like business was good.”
I shrug. “I can’t complain. I mean... I’m no brain surgeon, but
I’m pretty good at what I do.”
Ryle laughs. “You guys need any help cleaning up?”
Allysa and I put him to work, helping us clean up after the big day.
We get everything finished and prepped for tomorrow, and then
Marshall arrives just as we’re finishing up. He’s carrying a bag when
he walks inside and drops it on the counter. He begins to pull out
huge lumps of some kind of material and tosses them at each of us. I
catch mine and unfold it.
It’s a onesie.
With kittens all over it.
“Bruins game. Free beer. Suit up, team!”
Allysa groans and says, “Marshall, you made six million dollars this
year. Do we really need free beer?”
He shoves a finger against her lips, pushing them in opposite
directions. “Shh! Don’t speak like a rich girl, Issa. Blasphemy.”
She laughs and Marshall grabs the onesie out of her hand. He
unzips it and helps her into it. Once we’re all suited up, we lock the
door and head to the bar.
I’ve never in my life seen so many men in onesies. Allysa and I are
the only women wearing them, but I kind of like that. It’s loud. So
loud, and each time the Bruins make a good play, Allysa and I have to
cover our ears from the screams. After about half an hour, a booth on
the top floor opens up and we all run upstairs to claim it.
“Much better,” Allysa says as we slide in. It’s much quieter up here,
although still loud compared to normal standards.