Chapter 17

“I could!”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Prove me wrong.”

“Hmmm…” Mick’s deep voice rumbled, making Elliot shiver. “What if I say your pink hole is pretty like a rosebud?”

“What?” Elliot burst out laughing.

“What was it Juliet said? Something about a rose smelling good whatever it was called? I bet she was talking about Romeo’s posterior. Why else would she have to address the name thing?”

Elliot laughed even harder and shook his head. So typical of Mick to never use crude language. Who even said the word posterior anymore?

“No, I know! I bet it was the Bard’s way of wooing one of the actors. He saw someone with a great rear end, and he wanted to tap it, so he wrote that line to impress him.”

“Holy shit, stop!” Elliot howled, grabbing the table, afraid he’d fall down laughing.

“What?” Mick sounded offended.

“You can’t…that’s not…” He gasped for air, trying to stop laughing long enough to create a complete sentence. “You’re not doing a very good job of being romantic.”