“Your sister’s a ho, everyone knows it,” he snapped, digging himself a deeper grave, something which all the spectators knew by their gasps and groans. “But Lilith has fuck all to do with you, so move the fuck along.”
Pulling the cap I was wearing off my head, I tossed it to Lily who missed it, but flicked it with her hand sending it back into the air. This meant she juggled it a couple of times with the tips of her fingers before Annie grabbed it and shoved it under the bar. It had only taken a matter of seconds for it to happen, but it was long enough for me to see out of the corner of my eye, before I grabbed the asshole by his ear and used it to drag him outside.
“Let go of me,” he screeched, trying to dig his heels in and wrench his head away, but my grip was too strong and he either followed and cut it out, or he was going to lose it.
In front of the door was a metal pole that bisected the steps leading from the parking lot onto the raised pavement of the property. I knew exactly where it was without even looking as I dragged him outside, and I made sure to smack his head off it hard.
“Sorry, man,” I mumbled, and then did it again. Letting out a beleaguered sigh, I made a point of pulling him forward again, and after I heard the thunk of his head hitting the pole, I pulled him around it and threw him down the three steps onto the tarmac. “I don’t think it’s fair to hit you with my fist after the pole took you out,” I informed him, walking slowly toward where he was lying.
“Pussy,” he gargled as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Deciding not to go back on my word, I raised my foot and kicked him in the gut instead. “Just because I said I wouldn’t punch you, didn’t mean I couldn’t kick you!”
I’d only just gotten the last word out, when a small foot wearing a glittery red Converse shoe connected with his crotch making him scream and curl up into a ball. Looking over, I saw Lily standing with her hands on her hips glaring down at him.
“Now see,” she snapped. “You made me go and ruin my favorite shoes with your diseased dick.”
Apparently she’d also heard the rumors.
Throwing my arm across her shoulders, I walked her back toward the front door. “Not so, babe. If you use some of that antibacterial shit you use on the tables they’ll be just fine.”
At the sound of the door shutting behind us, she looked up at me. “What did he do to your sister?”
“Put his hand up her dress in the store a couple of months ago. Then when she slapped him, he punched her and bruised the side of her head.”
Faster than I expected, she turned around and ran back outside. By the time I’d gotten through the swinging door she was kicking him again.
“That.” Kick. “Wasn’t.” Kick. “Nice.” Kick.
Picking her up with an arm around the waist, I carried her back inside.
“Blood thirsty little Gremlin aren’t you,” I mused, carrying her back over to the bar and jerking my chin up at Annie who was wiping away tears of laughter. “Bourbon.”
Bringing over the bottle and two glasses – good enough – she patted the space on the bar in front of us and walked over to the other laughing patrons.
“What a dick,” Lily whispered to herself, staring at the wooden countertop and shaking her head.
“Drink up,” I instructed, pouring out a healthy measure for both of us and moving her glass closer to her.
Staring at it, she blinked a couple of times and then turned to look up at me. “I don’t drink liquor.”
I paused with the glass in mid-air. “You’re shitting me!”
“Rules,” was all she replied, and I remembered her telling me about her goody two shoes ways.
“Are made to be broken. Now drink!”
Apparently, whenever she broke the rules bad shit happened. What was the worst that could happen here, in the bar run by her family? With me beside her?* * *Way too much alcohol later…
The room was spinning as I fell down onto my back on the bed, refusing to let go of her ass, and leaving her no option but to follow me down.
Flipping us, so that I was on top and her back was on my bed, I straddled her waist and tried to pull her tank over her head. Unfortunately, she was too drunk to raise her torso, and I was too drunk to figure it out, so I grabbed a handful either side of her chest and pulled as hard as I could. The sound of ripping material was followed by the peek-a-boo of her tits encased in black lace.