“I’ll be fucking damned, you are pretty fucking smart, Yoda.” He bows his head and puts his hand against his stomach.
“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week, everybody.” We laugh, clinging the neck of our beers.
Feeling nails scratch up my back, I stiffen and go to turn, ready to warn off the predator.
“You boys are pretty cute, me and my friends couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar.”
I look at Kingston and we share a humorous smile, these poor girls. I turn slightly to see a bleach blonde bimbo with fake tits and entirely too much perfume, the scent hits my nose and makes my eyes water from the burn. Her makeup is heavy, almost like she smashed her face into a birthday cake and called it even.
“Sorry to burst your bubbles, ladies, we’re taken,” Kings says as her brunette friend comes to stand next to him. She is definitely wasted, I can tell when she trips on her own feet and falls against Kings. He lifts her up and helps her steady herself, shaking his head.
“Really? Well, it’s your lucky night because I’m into men with girlfriends.” My brows lift and I look over to Kingston, giving him the did-she-really-just-say-that look. Nodding, he takes a sip of his beer, pulling out his ringing phone.
“That sucks, because I’m not into girls who act like hoes.” I shrug my shoulders, and this warrants me a slap to the face. I deserved it, but at least it got her to back off.
“I’m not a whore, asshole.” Grabbing her friend, she stomps away.
“Nice. That was Shayla, she said you’re not answering your calls, she wanted to make sure you didn’t drive here.” My mind goes to her in the apartment, pacing and worried about me. That’s the most attention she’s given me lately and that’s saying a lot.
“I told her you’ve been a good boy and turned down all the sluts.”
“Dude!” I punch his arm; he grabs it in pain and laughs.
“What, don’t you want her to be a little jealous, maybe then she’ll talk to you.” I give him an incredulous look. I’m not the kind to purposely make her jealous, I’m a man not a boy.
“What the fuck is going on with you and Lana anyways?” I lean over the bar and play with the coaster.
“We’re hooking up, a lot. A fucking lot.”
He concentrates on the wall, concentrating.
“Yeah, you think you guys will ever make it official?”
“We better. Things are complicated, dude. Joel did a number on her.”
Anytime his name is said, I think about all the times he laid his hands on her. He was a piece of shit, and if Kings didn’t find her the night he went to jail, she might not be here with us. I know Kings isn’t the kind to ever hit Lana, but I don’t blame her for being scared.
“That shit was rough, that whole thing was fucking insane.”
He nods, taking the last sip of his beer.
“I still wish I could go back to that night and fucking hurt him more than what I did. Break his damn legs.”
“Same.”
We talk and share more drinks for another hour until we both call it a night. Lying in bed, I close my eyes, feeling a little buzzed but not far gone enough. My mind drifts to Shayla and the last time I touched her body. I need to talk to her.
Reaching into the pocket of my jeans I’ve yet to remove, I pull out my phone and turn it on. I see the three missed calls she left me and see it’s just after midnight. Highlighting her name, it starts ringing. Just before I’m sure it’s going to go to voicemail, her worried, tired voice comes through the phone.
“Trey?”
“Hey, baby,” I whisper quietly, undoing my pants and reaching in to grab my dick.
“Did you get home okay?”
“Yeah, you were worried about me?” I start slowly stroking up my shaft, picturing her delicate hands.
“Yeah, I didn’t know if you drove or not.”