Biker's Virgin

“Will you cut the dramatic shit?” I said. “You’re such a child.”

“Hey, it’s gonna be years before I grow up.”

“I’ve realized that.” I nodded.

“So…you got my message?” he asked.

“Yes, I got your message,” I replied. “It was subtle as ever.”

“So I’m assuming you called to meet up soon?” he asked.

“Yep,” I replied. “How about next weekend?”

“Next weekend?” Brent repeated. “That’s so far off… What about tonight?”

“Uh… I actually have plans with Megan for tonight,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t give me too much grief about it. I was not in the mood, and I had a feeling my patience would give way at some point during this conversation.

“With Megan?” he said, with a groan. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Geez…you’ve seen her a lot

lately, haven’t you?”

“Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m spending time with your sister?” I asked.

“Sure, sure whatever,” Brent replied. “I’m just saying, you don’t need to spend all your free time with her. You need some good old guys’ time.”

“Uh, to be honest… I have better conversations with Megan than I do with the boys.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Dude, it sounds like she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Better hers than yours.”

“Fine then,” Brent replied, and he sounded a little huffy now. “Next week.”

“Yep.” I nodded, glad that he was letting this go.

“Where should we go?” he asked.

“There’s a new pub not far from your place,” I suggested. “We could chill out there after work.”

I was hoping he would agree to that so I could cut out a little early and meet Megan afterwards. I had no doubt that some hot girl would distract Brent and he would abandon me for her, which I was actually counting on.

“Ugh, a pub sounds kind of chill…”

“That’s the point—”

“I want to do something fun!” Brent said. “Something exciting.”

I frowned. “We’ll decide on the night, okay?”

“Fine,” he agreed.