“Yeah, I can tell.” I waved at Heath, motioning him to toss the bottle of vodka that was now in his possession my way. “Looks like I’m going to have to guzzle to catch up.”
After Asher took a healthy gulp from the Grey Goose, and then another, he divided the rest of the cash out by three, so Heath, he and I got equal shares. It struck me that he should take more. Not only did he do double time in the band, singing, playing an instrument, and writing all our songs, he also acted as our manager, setting up all our gigs and taking care of the business end of Non-Castrato.
I hated to admit it, but I admired the hell out him.
Half an hour later, I didn’t hate to admit it so much. I was damn eager to as I slung a plastered arm over his shoulder and slurred, “Man, I admire the hell out of you. Awesome singer, awesome musician. Amazing songwriter and even more amazing body with an ass I want to sink my teeth into. Is there anything you suck at?”
He leaned heavily against me, having just as much trouble sitting upright as I was. After squinting as if deep in thought, he admitted, “I can’t tell my left from my right.”
“Damn.” My grin was sloppy and proud. “You mean, I actually know something you don’t?”
“You should’ve seen him trying to Hokey Pokey at this wedding reception once.”
I grinned over at Gally while he laughed over the memory. “It was at the wedding where Holden here’s cousin tied the knot and...” He grinned at Heath. “Hey, remember when I used to bang her, back in the day. Man, she was a hot piece of ass.”
“Yeah,” Holden said with a dry scowl. “I remember.”
“She had a mouth made for fucking. Plus she liked to swallow.”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I told Asher, who laughed.
“I’m serious.” Gally scowled, kicking at my knee. “Just shut up, gay fucker. Women’s mouths were made for a man’s dick. I’m telling you...because you wouldn’t know, nothing is as fine as a well-given blow job. And…now I want some pussy.”
He stumbled to his feet. “Who’s with me? Why are we still sitting back here like a bunch of losers when there’s some grade-A, half-naked bitches out there? Let’s find us some pussy.”
Heath stood first, and Gally cheered him on, slapping his back in congratulations. Then he turned to Asher.
“What about you, Hart? Go pussy hunting with us. Just this once.”
Asher actually seemed to consider the request before he shrugged and started to crawl his way off the couch. “Okay.”
“What?” I snapped my gaze to him, but he wasn’t paying me any attention, too busy trying to stand straight.
Gally clucked his tongue at me. “Sorry, gay boy. Guess that leaves you out.”
“No, Remy can still come along,” Asher argued, waving me to follow them. “He can be our wingman.”
I winced, suddenly not as drunk as I’d been seconds ago. But the idea of helping Asher score a chick left me sick to my stomach, wanting to puke all the alcohol I’d drunk.
“Or maybe he can find his own dude to score,” Asher added, sending me an encouraging grin.
I sent him a small smile. “Sure, count me in.”
Count me in? What the hell was I saying? I didn’t want to watch him pick up chicks. And yet I couldn’t not come along. I’d worry all night, wondering who he’d chosen, how pretty she was, how funny and—
“All right!” Asher cheered, slugging me on the back before he slung his arm over my shoulder and crookedly steered me out of the room.
As Heath and Gally continued on ahead of us, I leaned in, wincing when I made Asher sneeze. But I still had to mutter into his ear, “Thought you said you didn’t like one-night stands.”
Though my voice had been discreet enough, he hissed, “Shh,” and slapped his finger to his lips. “I don’t. But I’m horny and desperate and just drunk enough not to care about how shitty and more alone I’ll feel afterward.”
I wrinkled my brow and opened my mouth to argue, but the look he sent me was full of an aching craving I knew I couldn’t fill with a couple rounds of Call of Duty.
“I need this, Sticks,” he confessed. “I need…something.”
I knew exactly what he needed. He needed to be touched.
Then, as if to wipe away all the misery in himself, he grinned and bumped his body into mine. “And who knows. Maybe I’ll actually meet my soul mate out there.”