DROP FIFTY-ONE
“Cherry didn’t show,” Patty said, breathing out. “Now I’m worried.”
The locker room was buzzing with athletes getting ready. The Pinups were more form over function. Remembering on what the locker room down in the Underground match looked like, this was a direct contrast. The girls here dressed for style, wore no armour, covered up their bruises and cuts with makeup and clothing. “What about the match, do you have another qwik?”
Patty had her arms around her waist, frowning. “Yeah, Nicomedes can bring in one last-minute. It will cost him, but he won’t have a problem finding one. Hector, what if something happened to Cherry?”
He put his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll go find out. Focus on your game. Now, do you need anything from me before I go?”
Patty bit her lip.
“What?
