it’s so popular up here at this time of year. I manage to wiggle through to the counter, and wait my turn.
“Sexy Lexie…” I hear, a familiar tone, which I’m initially comforted by, but that emotion is immediately backtracked when I realise how I recognise it; Sebastian. He’s directly behind me, pushed up against me in the crowd and his mouth is low and close to my ear.
I move my head slightly to address him, but I don’t turn around completely. I’m at the bar and won’t lose my place for the sake of sleazy small talk with Sebastian Love. “Sebastian, how are you?”
“I’m good, thank you. Are you feeling okay now?” His normal response surprises me somewhat; I was expecting him to come out with something sordid or perverted.
“Yes, I’m great, thank you.”
“Excellent. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, I’m good, thanks, I’m getting for everyone.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“Yes, thank you. But as I’m here, what can I get you?”
“I’ll have a cappuccino, thanks.”
“What table are you at? I’ll bring it to you.”
“No need, I’m sitting with you guys.”
He says it like it’s nothing. Maybe it is nothing, but I need to pause for a moment to collect myself. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, I was having a phone conference with Henry yesterday about some business and he invited me along to the ‘Berkeley ski day’ today, that’s okay, isn’t it?”
“Oh, er… sure it is, sure.”
“I was pissed to miss the Bowl but I had some stuff to do earlier so couldn’t make that part. I bet it was great out there today.”
“Um, yeah… it was.” I’m still trying to get over the fact that I’m spending the day with him. What is my folks’ obsession with this fucking guy? It’s like he has the same affect on them when they’re sober, as he does on me, when I’m drunk! Actually, good God, I hope not.
It takes a few more minutes but soon, I’m served, and I turn to make my way to the table as they prepare the drinks. Sebastian kept me company and in all honesty, apart from being slightly perturbed about his presence today, it was ‘okay’ to make small talk while I waited.
I’ve been quite relieved this morning that nobody has mentioned anything about Sebastian and I, other than a couple of subtle, mocking hints about the ‘Escobar’ kiss, from Tilly. I’m okay with that, I may be averse to making a fool out of myself in public, but never-the-less, I do still have a sense of humour, and provided I’m not made to look like a total ass-hat, I can laugh at myself occasionally.
The last to return to the table, Sebastian and I are forced to sit next to one another at the end. And so what? I’m okay with that. Yes, so our thighs are touching and I swear he is moving it in a slow and erotic manner on purpose, but I don’t react because it’s not bothering me whatsoever. Nope. No Siree Bob. I’m as cool as a cucumber, totally avoiding all thoughts of his cucumberesque member. What? It’s nothing like a cucumber, Lex - it’s a penis. AND WHY THE FUCK AM I THINKING ABOUT HIS PENIS?
Oh God. Today is going to be long.
~~~~~~~
Well, to be honest, today really wasn’t anywhere near as ‘long’ as I thought it would be.
Lunch was very pleasant, as a matter of fact, once I got over the knee bumping and shoulder bouncing. I half expected a hand on my thigh every now and again but it never came which I’m pleased about. I think.
I’m starting to have a little faith that maybe Sebastian Love does have some self-control, after all. Or maybe he’s not really interested in me anymore, now that I’ve given up any airs of mystery that I might have had about me before the other night. Yes, that’s right, Lex - he’s seen you naked . It does keep coming right back to haunt me, but given I can recall every last detail of his manhood; I don’t know why I should feel so mortified. It’s not like we’re not even.
Skiing was actually as enjoyable as lunch. Even with
“Sexy Lexie…” I hear, a familiar tone, which I’m initially comforted by, but that emotion is immediately backtracked when I realise how I recognise it; Sebastian. He’s directly behind me, pushed up against me in the crowd and his mouth is low and close to my ear.
I move my head slightly to address him, but I don’t turn around completely. I’m at the bar and won’t lose my place for the sake of sleazy small talk with Sebastian Love. “Sebastian, how are you?”
“I’m good, thank you. Are you feeling okay now?” His normal response surprises me somewhat; I was expecting him to come out with something sordid or perverted.
“Yes, I’m great, thank you.”
“Excellent. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, I’m good, thanks, I’m getting for everyone.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“Yes, thank you. But as I’m here, what can I get you?”
“I’ll have a cappuccino, thanks.”
“What table are you at? I’ll bring it to you.”
“No need, I’m sitting with you guys.”
He says it like it’s nothing. Maybe it is nothing, but I need to pause for a moment to collect myself. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, I was having a phone conference with Henry yesterday about some business and he invited me along to the ‘Berkeley ski day’ today, that’s okay, isn’t it?”
“Oh, er… sure it is, sure.”
“I was pissed to miss the Bowl but I had some stuff to do earlier so couldn’t make that part. I bet it was great out there today.”
“Um, yeah… it was.” I’m still trying to get over the fact that I’m spending the day with him. What is my folks’ obsession with this fucking guy? It’s like he has the same affect on them when they’re sober, as he does on me, when I’m drunk! Actually, good God, I hope not.
It takes a few more minutes but soon, I’m served, and I turn to make my way to the table as they prepare the drinks. Sebastian kept me company and in all honesty, apart from being slightly perturbed about his presence today, it was ‘okay’ to make small talk while I waited.
I’ve been quite relieved this morning that nobody has mentioned anything about Sebastian and I, other than a couple of subtle, mocking hints about the ‘Escobar’ kiss, from Tilly. I’m okay with that, I may be averse to making a fool out of myself in public, but never-the-less, I do still have a sense of humour, and provided I’m not made to look like a total ass-hat, I can laugh at myself occasionally.
The last to return to the table, Sebastian and I are forced to sit next to one another at the end. And so what? I’m okay with that. Yes, so our thighs are touching and I swear he is moving it in a slow and erotic manner on purpose, but I don’t react because it’s not bothering me whatsoever. Nope. No Siree Bob. I’m as cool as a cucumber, totally avoiding all thoughts of his cucumberesque member. What? It’s nothing like a cucumber, Lex - it’s a penis. AND WHY THE FUCK AM I THINKING ABOUT HIS PENIS?
Oh God. Today is going to be long.
~~~~~~~
Well, to be honest, today really wasn’t anywhere near as ‘long’ as I thought it would be.
Lunch was very pleasant, as a matter of fact, once I got over the knee bumping and shoulder bouncing. I half expected a hand on my thigh every now and again but it never came which I’m pleased about. I think.
I’m starting to have a little faith that maybe Sebastian Love does have some self-control, after all. Or maybe he’s not really interested in me anymore, now that I’ve given up any airs of mystery that I might have had about me before the other night. Yes, that’s right, Lex - he’s seen you naked . It does keep coming right back to haunt me, but given I can recall every last detail of his manhood; I don’t know why I should feel so mortified. It’s not like we’re not even.
Skiing was actually as enjoyable as lunch. Even with
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