“C’mon, this is ice skating, not sitting around people watching.” Chaz badgered Beau out onto the ice, where he felt his ankles were at dire risk of being snapped off entirely.
“You realize this is crazy, right?”
“Don’t look at your feet, man,” Chaz said. “When you look down, you tip your whole body the wrong way.”
“I am going to fall on my ass.”
“Yes, probably,” Chaz said. “Everyone does. Altho’, really, try to put your hands out and fall forward. I’ve bruised my tailbone before and I don’t recommend it.” Chaz skated a small circle in front of Beau, graceful, easy, gliding. He ended up backward, facing Beau, and held out a hand.
“I am going to regret this for my entire life,” Beau said. “All ten seconds of it.”
“Hey, econ-boy,” Chaz said, “I’m the one who’s supposed to be melodramat
