Rock Hard: Plausible Deniability?

Continues from here.

We were in the ladies room and Sarah was being coy about what it was she did that ensured I won the bet against Adam. Don’t get me wrong I was happy to win the bet, even happier given the way Adam and Dean had conspired against me to win the previous bet, but hearing her admit it cost her nearly a hundred dollars to win the bet was a shock.

To be honest I don’t even think I’d have paid that kind of money to win a bet. Sure with the odds of this bet being Adam coming up on stage during the band introduction so that I could propose to him it was really worth winning, even if I was nervous about going through with the bet when I won, but was it worth a hundred?

“You can’t afford that sort of money. What did you buy?” I repeated the question because Sarah was yet to answer it after asking the first time.

“Do you really want to know? Or would you rather be able to deny knowing anything if they ask?” she replied as she looked in the mirror over the sink checking her lipstick and make up.

“Plausible deniability? Doesn’t that only exist in the movies or something?” I laughed wondering if I had the right term.

“Can’t tell what you don’t know babe!” Sarah replied.

“Like I’m going to admit to cheating and give Adam the chance to get back at me. He wont admit to cheating last time, don’t see why I should!”

“What about if he brings on the tickle attack? I know how you to get in the bedroom!”

I didn’t really think she did given that last time Sarah and I had seen each other face to face Adam and I were not sleeping together but I played along anyway.

“He tries that and I’ll give him a squirrel grip!” I said stealing a term from Benji who used it liberally and said it came from watching a lot of English Rugby. If you can’t work it out, a squirrel eats nuts, a squirrel grip is a handful of nuts, or in other words, a man and my mercy!

Sarah laughed as she washed her hands a second time. “Oh that’s a lovely image.”

“So now that you know I have control of the situation how about telling me what it was that cost you a hundred dollars?”

“I paid four people to ensure the third encore chant got the momentum it needed.” She said without a hint of concern for what she’s done.

“You did what?” I turned and looked directly at her.

“It worked didn’t it?” Sarah said confidently as if that made all the difference.

“But it cost you all that money!” I was genuinely concerned about the money, not because I thought Sarah would ask me to reimburse her but because it was a lot of money to spend on a silly bet.

“Relax, it’s only money, now lets get out of here before they send a search party in here looking for us!”

With that Sarah and I made our way out of the bathroom and back to the table where the rest of the band, without Adam, were sitting enjoying drinks. Sarah sat down next to Dean and I sat next to her, the entire band was in good spirits.

Almost as soon as we sat down Dean started making comments about the two of us rigging the bet and encouraging the third encore. It only took him a few minutes to admit he had no proof and had no idea how we could possibly have rigged a three encore set but I knew my brother and I knew no matter what we said, or didn’t say, it was going to stop him being suspicious.

“So what is the real reason for wanting Adam up on stage tomorrow night?” Dean asked me as he returned from the bar with our drinks.

“What do you mean? I already told you why.” I replied taking one of the whiskey glasses he’d put on the table.

“You told us that you wanted him up there because he was part of the band.”

“Yeah and that’s true, he is part of the band.” I said defiantly hoping to keep the discussion brief.

“And so it everyone in the crew, even Bill.” He said.

“You know it’s different with Adam. He’s the faceless fifth member of Magnhild, everyone knows he exists but they don’t know what he looks like. He’s a partner and he’s my partner and I want to introduce him to the fans.”

I could tell Dean wasn’t buying the story I was selling. I don’t think he was thinking that the entire story was a ruse but he was definitely suspecting there was a ruse there somewhere.

“Nah there is more to it, something you are not telling me.” Dean said in a slightly defeatist tone.

“Okay you got me,” I said after a few moments of silence. “There is an ulterior motive.”

“What is it?” He asked hopefully.

“I can’t tell you, you’ll just go straight to Adam and he’ll pull out of the bet.”

“Of course I wont Christie, you’re my sister, I wouldn’t do that.” he thought about it for a second before adding. “Look what happened the other week with that bullshit in the toilets. Whose side did I take?”

“Mine.” I said.

“Exactly, I didn’t care what Adam did, I stood up for you and stood by you. You can trust me Chris, I wont tell him what your real reason is.”

“Why is it so desperate for you to know babe?” Sarah interrupted. Dean looked at her with loving eyes almost as if he didn’t want to answer that question.

“I just wanted to know what was planned, and maybe too see if I could help.”

All three of us knew that was a little white lie but instead of pulling him up on it I decided to give him the truth, or the truth as I wanted him to think it.

“Okay, alright, I’ll tell you the real reason.” I said.

“No Chris, don’t tell him.” Sarah said quickly.

“Nah it’s fine Sarah, he’s my brother.” I then turned to Dean and said, “Adam is so scared of being on stage, so scared of being singled out, I want him on stage just to embarrass him.” I kept thinking as I was talking. “I wanted to make him sing a song but I knew he wouldn’t agree so I decided to go with just being there as I introduce everyone so people know who he is. All he has to do is stand there and take a bow, that’s all.”

Dean was my brother, I’d grown up with him and I could tell he wasn’t totally buying the story but, like when we were kids if I feed him enough information he’d eventually just give in knowing he had no come back other than to call me a liar and he wouldn’t ever do that.

With Dean deciding not to continue the conversation all three of us concentrated on our drinks. We’d barely taken two sips when Adam walked into the room. He looked a little annoyed, I really hoped it wasn’t the bet that was making him like that.

 

 

 

 

 

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