tilted face has a nauseated expression.
“Will you come with me to have a drink with Jules and our friend Sloan? Please?”
He lets out a long, exaggerated sigh and leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He’s like a child whose mother is making him play with a girl he knows to have cooties.
“Yeah, sure,” he whines out. “She’s going to be on me all night.”
“Come on. Her brother died. She needs support and your pretty face. Plus, there will be booze and me.”
“Ok, ok. You had me at booze. I’m not sorry that piece of shit is gone, and I still don’t regret what I did to him.”
“I know. I’m glad I’m not the only one who saw what he truly was. Everyone keeps saying what an amazing guy he was. How kind and caring he was.”
“Are you going to the funeral?”
“Yeah, I need to, for Jules.”
“Really?”
“Yes, of course. She needs me.”
“You’ve got some balls of steel in those panties. I don’t know how you’re going to make it through the service without wanting to scream.”
“I probably will.”
“Well, at least when you freak out and cry no one will think anything of it,” he chuckles out.
“Great. Thanks,” I say dryly.
“Come on, kid. Let’s eat.”
W hen five arrives, I feel emotionally and mentally drained. I meet Chase in the front lobby. He looks good in his black slacks and dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
“I didn’t notice how dapper you look. Jules will be all over that,” I remark, waving my hand through the air, scanning over the length of his body.
I laugh at him, and he joins in. “You suck,” he chuckles.
“You ready?”
“No, but let’s get this show on the road.”
W hen we arrive, Julie and Sloan are already waiting, settled at our usual booth. Chase sighs as we head over to them, and Julie’s face seems to brighten when she spots him.
“Hey guys, right on time. We just ordered a couple rounds for the table.”
Julie ogles Chase with such fascination while I hug Sloan and respond, “Thanks. I’m ready to relax.”
He leans in and shakes Sloan’s hand, introducing himself, “Chase.”
He shoots her a sly smirk, and she seems to melt. “Sloan,” she responds in a trance.
She’s definitely been bit by the Chase bug. She giggles, and Julie nudges her in the arm when Chase isn’t paying attention, giving her a look as if to say back-off.
“Fine,” Sloan mouths as she rubs her sore bicep. The shots arrive, and we proceed to get smashed.
A s Chase predicted, Julie is on him like cops on a jelly donut. She’s allowing the tequila to make her brave. The golden liquid that burned in the first few shots, slide down easily after the sixth. The hot liquor warms my belly, making me feel fuzzy, and honestly, a tad bit randy . I wish Hunt were here. Oh god, what I wouldn’t do to him. I’d probably take him right here in the booth.
I slip back into the cushion and listen to the music. The Virgins are blasting from the bar speakers.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” Chase announces, scooting out of the booth and stumbling a bit. Julie watches him as if he were leaving forever. Sloan gets up to take a call, giving Julie and me a few moments to talk.
“How are you, Jules?”
She speaks, and it’s obvious she’s smashed, “Sshitty, I’m crying nonstop, and my parents are (hiccup) wrecks. This is a nice ch-change. I’m kinda messed up, which is helping (hiccup) to feel numb.”
“Me, too,” I giggle.
I peek down at my watch, which is a bit blurry. Almost nine.
“How you been? What the hell’ss going on with Damian?” she asks, alcohol slurring her drunken words.
“I’m m -miserable. I haven’t seen him since the other night…I told him…to leave. He wouldn’t apologize for attempting to con-control me, and I flipped…told him I didn’t want the relation(hiccup)ship he offered.”
Shit. I’m not doing much better. In fact, I might sound worse.
“What a fucking asshole. We should
“Will you come with me to have a drink with Jules and our friend Sloan? Please?”
He lets out a long, exaggerated sigh and leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He’s like a child whose mother is making him play with a girl he knows to have cooties.
“Yeah, sure,” he whines out. “She’s going to be on me all night.”
“Come on. Her brother died. She needs support and your pretty face. Plus, there will be booze and me.”
“Ok, ok. You had me at booze. I’m not sorry that piece of shit is gone, and I still don’t regret what I did to him.”
“I know. I’m glad I’m not the only one who saw what he truly was. Everyone keeps saying what an amazing guy he was. How kind and caring he was.”
“Are you going to the funeral?”
“Yeah, I need to, for Jules.”
“Really?”
“Yes, of course. She needs me.”
“You’ve got some balls of steel in those panties. I don’t know how you’re going to make it through the service without wanting to scream.”
“I probably will.”
“Well, at least when you freak out and cry no one will think anything of it,” he chuckles out.
“Great. Thanks,” I say dryly.
“Come on, kid. Let’s eat.”
W hen five arrives, I feel emotionally and mentally drained. I meet Chase in the front lobby. He looks good in his black slacks and dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
“I didn’t notice how dapper you look. Jules will be all over that,” I remark, waving my hand through the air, scanning over the length of his body.
I laugh at him, and he joins in. “You suck,” he chuckles.
“You ready?”
“No, but let’s get this show on the road.”
W hen we arrive, Julie and Sloan are already waiting, settled at our usual booth. Chase sighs as we head over to them, and Julie’s face seems to brighten when she spots him.
“Hey guys, right on time. We just ordered a couple rounds for the table.”
Julie ogles Chase with such fascination while I hug Sloan and respond, “Thanks. I’m ready to relax.”
He leans in and shakes Sloan’s hand, introducing himself, “Chase.”
He shoots her a sly smirk, and she seems to melt. “Sloan,” she responds in a trance.
She’s definitely been bit by the Chase bug. She giggles, and Julie nudges her in the arm when Chase isn’t paying attention, giving her a look as if to say back-off.
“Fine,” Sloan mouths as she rubs her sore bicep. The shots arrive, and we proceed to get smashed.
A s Chase predicted, Julie is on him like cops on a jelly donut. She’s allowing the tequila to make her brave. The golden liquid that burned in the first few shots, slide down easily after the sixth. The hot liquor warms my belly, making me feel fuzzy, and honestly, a tad bit randy . I wish Hunt were here. Oh god, what I wouldn’t do to him. I’d probably take him right here in the booth.
I slip back into the cushion and listen to the music. The Virgins are blasting from the bar speakers.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” Chase announces, scooting out of the booth and stumbling a bit. Julie watches him as if he were leaving forever. Sloan gets up to take a call, giving Julie and me a few moments to talk.
“How are you, Jules?”
She speaks, and it’s obvious she’s smashed, “Sshitty, I’m crying nonstop, and my parents are (hiccup) wrecks. This is a nice ch-change. I’m kinda messed up, which is helping (hiccup) to feel numb.”
“Me, too,” I giggle.
I peek down at my watch, which is a bit blurry. Almost nine.
“How you been? What the hell’ss going on with Damian?” she asks, alcohol slurring her drunken words.
“I’m m -miserable. I haven’t seen him since the other night…I told him…to leave. He wouldn’t apologize for attempting to con-control me, and I flipped…told him I didn’t want the relation(hiccup)ship he offered.”
Shit. I’m not doing much better. In fact, I might sound worse.
“What a fucking asshole. We should
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