“She does, but it’s a Bachelor of Science, not a BA. For whatever reason.” Brady shrugged. “I never really understood why science and not art.”

Marcus didn’t look like he did, either. It segued the conversation into the men wondering aloud about the distinction between the two before Queen Carol decided to bring them back to the game. This time, she was looking at the next person in their circle: Marcus.

Unlike the other two, he wasted no time jumping in.

“I broke my arm trying to get a cat out of a tree. I can read Spanish but not speak it. I flashed Madonna.”

A chorus of laughter broke out. Brady, Felicity, Carol, and Ruby all said the last choice.

Sloane, however, disagreed. Brady gave her a look and was surprised to see a grin pulling up the corners of her lips.

“You can read Spanish but not speak it.”

Marcus grinned right on back. “I was worried you would remember!”

They burst into laughter together. Brady had a flash of annoyance go through him at the obvious lie. The Robertsons might be rich, but he doubted Golden Boy had given Madonna a peek.

Carol also didn’t seem amused.

“You flashed Madonna? I think that’s something you share with your sibling, twin or otherwise.”

Marcus nodded to Sloane. “Care to explain?”

Sloane’s cheeks tinted a shade darker. She didn’t look away from Marcus as she answered.

“We had a substitute teacher senior year who told our class to call her Madonna. Someone made the joke about the cone bra she wore to a concert, and Brady, Mark Welch, and Trevon Daily decided to try and make cone bras out of paper when she stepped out of the room. When she came back, they jumped up to do a little dance wearing them, but not everyone was crafty enough with the tape.” She started laughing, so Marcus finished the story.

“The cones fell off before I even stood, so I was just motorboating the air when she walked back in.”

“Did you get in trouble?” Felicity asked.

Brady weirdly wanted the man to say he had, but Marcus shook his head.

“She was a good sport. Said we needed to work on our moves because the original Madonna would never let us on her stage as we were.”

“I feel like it’s one of those you had to be there moments,” Sloane added. “Saying it out loud now just sounds plain weird.”

Brady agreed with that. Just like he didn’t like how Sloane laughed again.

Was he jealous of Marcus? No way. I just don’t like being wrong.

Yeah, that was it.

He also didn’t like losing. Especially not to Golden Boy Robertson.

This time, he turned to Carol, hoping to keep the game moving.

She didn’t disappoint. “All right. Two truths, one lie. It’s your turn, bartender.”