bedtime. I'm usually asleep by midnight," he said with a grin. I made a really unladylike noise from my nose, which sounded like a mutated snort that made his green eyes go wide. "How many times do I have to tell you that I won't lie to you?"
I watched his face to see if he looked amused but he didn't. I was starting to believe he was being serious. "Okay, okay," I said, my voice much softer than before.
Zoey started making some sort of grumbling noise from her face plant between my boobs that sounded like, "Buhday to jew."
"Hear that? She's still singing happy birthday to Josh," he chuckled, looking down at the baby koala I had wrapped around me.
"I'd rather her do this than when she starts trying to stick her hands up me and Nikki's skirts, making really loud honking noises," I told him, remembering the many times Zoey had gotten piss drunk and molested our asses and breasts.
"Kaaaaaat...." Zoey started moaning again but squeezed her arms tighter around me. "Member that video? Jour puss..." and I knew the road she was going down when she started bringing up a video. Sober Zoey would never, ever bring up the video, but drunk Zoey had less of a verbal filter than normal, so I slapped a hand over her mouth and coughed.
Tristan raised an eyebrow. "What was she talking about?"
"No clue," I told him, and knew I need to change the subject so he'd forget anything he had heard. "So, uh, Robby Lingus? Huh? Who came up with that one?"
He made a face that lasted for two split seconds before he smiled, looking very forced. I was starting to think he didn't really feel comfortable talking about that side of his life with me for some reason. "Robert is my middle name so I got Robby from that, and Calum actually came up with Lingus. He thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard."
I wanted to ask him if he was good at cunnilingus but I didn't. If I were at least a little tipsy there would have been a huge risk of actually asking, but Ryan and Eva appeared a moment later. Ryan was huffing about Zoey's inebriated state as he tucked his little sister close to him.
"Remind her she owes me tomorrow," he whined with a shake of his wavy, black hair. His beauty equaled that of Zoey, his build thin, tall, and extremely attractive. "You need a ride, beautiful?"
"No, I'm good. From the looks of it I'm driving Josh's car home," I said, and pointed to where Josh was standing with his new friend while getting fed cake.
He simply nodded and gave me a tender kiss to the cheek, said bye to Tristan, and left. "Your husband doesn't mind you getting kisses from guy friends?" he asked with a bit of a smile.
"Nah." I told him, but refrained from winking like my inner whore suggested. I wanted to ask him if he had a girlfriend. I doubted he did. I was sure Nikki would have mentioned it if she knew, but you could never be too sure. There was no really suave way of asking that question indifferently so I just jumped for it. I'd look like more an idiot if I tried to be slick and ask. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
The words sounded harsh against the air, but he just smiled, shaking his head. "No. It's hard enough to have friends," he almost sounded a little sad saying that. "I've tried having a girlfriend, but I just can't. It's not... a good idea to be attached to someone and then go and have sex with other people, you know?"
I got it. I'd seen what it did to Zoey and her past relationship. When they first got together, he thought having a porn star for a girlfriend was the hottest thing ever. He bragged to anyone who would listen that he was dating Zoey Star, vag-eating champion of the world. Then slowly, it stopped being so awesome for him. He started getting jealous as well as frustrated with the idea of Zoey being with other women. Imagine if she was with men? I couldn't bear the thought of it.
I knew what he was trying to tell me even though my disappointment reached a level
I watched his face to see if he looked amused but he didn't. I was starting to believe he was being serious. "Okay, okay," I said, my voice much softer than before.
Zoey started making some sort of grumbling noise from her face plant between my boobs that sounded like, "Buhday to jew."
"Hear that? She's still singing happy birthday to Josh," he chuckled, looking down at the baby koala I had wrapped around me.
"I'd rather her do this than when she starts trying to stick her hands up me and Nikki's skirts, making really loud honking noises," I told him, remembering the many times Zoey had gotten piss drunk and molested our asses and breasts.
"Kaaaaaat...." Zoey started moaning again but squeezed her arms tighter around me. "Member that video? Jour puss..." and I knew the road she was going down when she started bringing up a video. Sober Zoey would never, ever bring up the video, but drunk Zoey had less of a verbal filter than normal, so I slapped a hand over her mouth and coughed.
Tristan raised an eyebrow. "What was she talking about?"
"No clue," I told him, and knew I need to change the subject so he'd forget anything he had heard. "So, uh, Robby Lingus? Huh? Who came up with that one?"
He made a face that lasted for two split seconds before he smiled, looking very forced. I was starting to think he didn't really feel comfortable talking about that side of his life with me for some reason. "Robert is my middle name so I got Robby from that, and Calum actually came up with Lingus. He thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard."
I wanted to ask him if he was good at cunnilingus but I didn't. If I were at least a little tipsy there would have been a huge risk of actually asking, but Ryan and Eva appeared a moment later. Ryan was huffing about Zoey's inebriated state as he tucked his little sister close to him.
"Remind her she owes me tomorrow," he whined with a shake of his wavy, black hair. His beauty equaled that of Zoey, his build thin, tall, and extremely attractive. "You need a ride, beautiful?"
"No, I'm good. From the looks of it I'm driving Josh's car home," I said, and pointed to where Josh was standing with his new friend while getting fed cake.
He simply nodded and gave me a tender kiss to the cheek, said bye to Tristan, and left. "Your husband doesn't mind you getting kisses from guy friends?" he asked with a bit of a smile.
"Nah." I told him, but refrained from winking like my inner whore suggested. I wanted to ask him if he had a girlfriend. I doubted he did. I was sure Nikki would have mentioned it if she knew, but you could never be too sure. There was no really suave way of asking that question indifferently so I just jumped for it. I'd look like more an idiot if I tried to be slick and ask. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
The words sounded harsh against the air, but he just smiled, shaking his head. "No. It's hard enough to have friends," he almost sounded a little sad saying that. "I've tried having a girlfriend, but I just can't. It's not... a good idea to be attached to someone and then go and have sex with other people, you know?"
I got it. I'd seen what it did to Zoey and her past relationship. When they first got together, he thought having a porn star for a girlfriend was the hottest thing ever. He bragged to anyone who would listen that he was dating Zoey Star, vag-eating champion of the world. Then slowly, it stopped being so awesome for him. He started getting jealous as well as frustrated with the idea of Zoey being with other women. Imagine if she was with men? I couldn't bear the thought of it.
I knew what he was trying to tell me even though my disappointment reached a level
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