Kill me now.
“What’s your name?”
“For the millionth time, it’s Theo. I think you’ve had a little too much to drink, let me call you a cab.”
“No. I want you to drive me home,” said a short, red-haired woman leaning across the bar at Lopa.
I glanced at the clock behind the bar. Already well past closing, and a few people still lingered at the bar. This wasn’t how I wanted my night to go. I looked back at the half-drunk, ok, fully drunk, girl as she slurred her words and winked at me.
Her pink tinged skin was burnt from the afternoon sun’s rays, and combined with the three margaritas she downed she was well on her way to blitzville.
The old Theo wouldn’t have cared, would ha
ve offered her a ride. And not just a ride home. But, this redhead didn’t have the turtle stamp of approval I wanted.
Fuck.
It shouldn’t be this hard, and it wasn’t hard. Hadn’t been hard in a while. My cock hadn’t seen the light of day in quite some time.
Not since I had Penny before me.
I glanced back at the redhead, with her skimpy blue dress and long tanned legs, and tried to make my body have a reaction to her. Nothing. No pulse to the groin. No tent to hide in my pants. Nothing of any kind to warrant any reason to drive her home.
“Bar’s closing, hun. I’ll call you a cab.”
“Oh come on, Theooo,” she rolled the o’s out of her mouth as she tried to stand up on unsteady legs. Releasing the grip I had on the bar, I rushed around the other side to keep her from falling in a drunken heap to the floor.
Fiona glanced my way when she saw the redhead in my arms, her feet wobbling from side to side.
“Call her a cab,” I said to Fiona.
“Sure thing.” She rushed to the phone behind the hostess stand and picked up the receiver.
“I don’t want no cab to take me home. I want you to,” the drunk slurred.
“I think you’ve had enough fun for the night.” I hoisted her up, trying to get her feet steady underneath her.
“You prick.” Great. Angry drunk time. “Take me to your place.”
“Out of the question.”
“Jackass,” she slurred louder.
“So I’ve been told.” I remained void of any emotion as she poked a blue polished nail into my chest.
“Many guys would kill to fuck me; I’ll have you know.”
“Good, call one of them,” I said, half dragging her, half walking her, to the front door. I sat her down on a wooden bench near the host stand and stepped away.
As soon as her head hit the back wall, she passed out. I glanced at Fiona over my shoulder with a slight smile. “She’s a lot of fun.”
“Welcome back, Theo,” she said, laughing afterwards.
“Yeah, it’s good to be home.” I moved away from the snoring redhead and glanced around the Lopa. A large turtle painting hung just above the blue wall behind the hostess stand, and my heart lurched for Penny.
Where was she right now? Sleeping with Dex?
Those thoughts destroyed me every time they crossed my mind. Her hair splayed across the pillow. Her eyes shining while he fucked her. The image wouldn’t leave my mind no matter how hard I tried to picture anything else. And believe me, I tried hard. The struggle was real.