Monday, May 23, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Purple




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 Today we'll have the last excerpt from my LGBTQ hockey romance Snap Shot. I'm about to start on a new book so we'll be wrapping things up for Mario and Madame Lila. Since I don't wish to reveal all the twists and turns, we're jumping ahead a little in the story. I'm sorry to leave everyone hanging. If all goes well we'll be able to read the entire story next year some time! Fingers crossed. So, onto the warnings and such-

 This story contains crude language (they are hockey players after all) and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Purple".

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            I had barely stepped foot inside the Rader Arena when the new special teams coach strolled out of the dressing room carrying a can of Coke.

            "Yay, look who finally showed up, "Victor Kalinski said then popped the top on his can of soda."You know what sucks?"

            "You and Arou," I stated and tried to get around the redheaded Pole with the venomous tongue. He snapped out an arm to block my path. I was not in the mood for Vic's mouth this morning. The Langley news and the flat tire on the New York/Pennsylvania border had pushed my usual good humor off a cliff.

            "Har-de-har. Damn you are a riot. But no, what sucks is being on the job for two weeks and having to discipline a man who I think of as a sort-of friend."

            I gave the tall bearded Pole in the gray suit paired with a purple tie a long look. "You're going to discipline me?"

            "I got no choice. You blew off special teams' drills without even calling in. Dude, that is not cool. You know our penalty kill sucks balls." Vic lowered his arm. I glanced around him into the dressing room. "So, you planning on telling me why you pulled a no-show? I mean, give me something so that Dewey won't think I'm playing favorites. I'd be happy as a contented clam to just sit you down and give you a firm talking to and call it good."

            "I had shit to deal with." Vic gave me a sour look right before I shoved past him. Sometimes it irked the piss out of me that I had to take orders from someone eleven years younger than I was. Not that I begrudged Kalinski his new position, because I didn't. The man had been dealt a shit hand. He was too young and too talented to be behind the bench. Fucking concussions ruined so many careers.

            No, what twisted my nuts about it was the fact that I had clocked so many more years than Vic and had nothing but bloody piss to show for it. And yeah, it was not Vic's fault that he was more talented than I could ever hope to be. Let the pity party for Mario begin.

            "What kind of shit? Like literal shit because sitting on the can is not the most original excuse for missing mandatory drills that I've ever heard." He caught up to me with ease then sucked down what seemed to be half a can of soda at once.

            "Life shit, okay? Fuck sake, Kalinski, back off." I threw my bag into my cubicle. The chitchat among the guys around us ended.

            "What. Ever. I was just trying to help you out, buddy."

            Eyes closed I tried to get my shitty attitude under control. When I turned around to cough up an apology Kalinski was gone.



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11 comments:

Flossie Benton Rogers said...

Great locker room scene!

V.L. Locey said...

Many thanks, Flossie!

Karen Cino said...

I have always been a huge sports fan. I love the scene in the locker room.(I have been in a locker room. Don't even ask. lol)

Jillian said...

Yep. this sounds like guys for sure. Especially liked this: Like literal shit because sitting on the can is not the most original excuse for missing mandatory drills that I've ever heard." LOL!

Sarah Cass said...

Eesh, his temper is on the loose for sure. Hope he didn't land himself in hot water because of it.

V.L. Locey said...

Yeah, Mario is fully out of sorts. Hopefully he'll work things out with Vic, the team, and most importantly, Lila and her son.


Fingers crossed this one should be out next year.

Cathy Brockman said...

Great post. I am looking forward to this book

V.L. Locey said...

Thanks, Cathy!

Jean Joachim said...

I love the realism of your writing. Great dialogue taking me right into the locker room.

V.L. Locey said...

Thank you so much, Jean!

Trisha Faye said...

Awesome scene, as usual. I'm always amazed and entertained with your snippets.