either.
He had done a lot for me and the Mofos, though. Enough to instill a sense of obligation in me. And he was right possessive about what he thought of as his.
I.e., Felicity Williams.
“So, is he around?” Fliss asked, “I don’t see him.”
“Um… yeah.” I really was a shite liar. “He’s around somewhere. Maybe I could get you a drink while you’re waiting for him to show up. What would you like?”
“Sex on the Beach,” the tall blonde cooed, with every innuendo of her request written all over her face.
Fliss looked somewhere between mortified by her friend’s behavior and amused, screwing her eyes up at me in a way that made me laugh out loud. Her blonde friend seemed oblivious to the whole thing as she eye-fucked me into the next week.
“I will just have plain water,” the little brunette said through her glasses. “I’m the designated driver tonight.”
She spoke as though she deserved a medal for the job. And, the way the blonde acted, maybe she did.
“Why don’t you ladies go find a table,” I choked, trying my damnedest to put on a straight face. “I’ll go get your drinks before I have to go back up on stage.”
The blonde sighed heavily with a huge smile, like I’d just made her feckin’ year. I swear she had little hearts floating around her head, like when someone fell in love on the Sims.
“I’ll come with you, Denny,” Fliss piped up, then looked back at the other two. “There’s a table right over there, just off the stage. Why don’t you two go grab it?”
As we walked away from her friends, I leaned down to Fliss.
“Your friends are a touch scary,” I said. “The little brunette looks like the most man-hating bird I’ve ever seen in my life. And, Jaysus, I think the blonde wants to eat me for supper.”
“Phoebe isn’t a man-hater,” Fliss laughed. “She’s just very studious. She’s my smart friend, super serious. And Jillian, well, she’s kind of a friend of a friend of someone I know in class, so I don’t know her too well. She seems a bit, well… you should probably stay away from her. She gets around… a lot. ”
I felt a little elated surge in my chest that she was warning me off the blonde. Like maybe she had other reasons for not wanting me with her.
I brushed that off, reminding myself, again, that Fliss was Trent’s girl. No point in getting worked up about anything with her.
“She’s more Justin’s type then, hi?”
“Exactly, except she’s an engineering major and probably his student. So you might want to warn him to stay away from her, too.”
I got a bottle of water for Phoebe, the Sex on the Beach for Jillian, and a bottle of Bud for Fliss. It pleased me more than it should have that she liked beer. I loved beer. The fact that she did, too, just ticked one more box on my perfect-woman list. As we headed back towards the table, I saw Justin and Trent heading back in the back door, and I waved them over to the table where Fliss’ friends sat.
“There’s your fella,” I murmured to Fliss, and she looked in the direction I had nodded.
An odd play of emotions crossed over her face. A little bit of a sad smile, but mostly confusion and concern. I glanced back over at my friends making their way through the crowd and noted Trent was scowling. Justin must have interrupted him in the midst of something hot and heavy, and Trent looked none too pleased. I felt Fliss grow apprehensive as he drew closer, and she went stiff, arching away slightly, when he threw his arm around her shoulder. There was an odd light in his eyes, something menacing and… chemical . I wondered just what he’d been doing to go off his face like that. It certainly wasn’t just pot. He had a weird glint to his eyes, and his voice was sharp when he spoke.
“Felicity, you shouldn’t be here,” he frowned. “You know you shouldn’t be.”
“We just wanted to hear the guys play,” she said in a small voice.
“I’m working,” Trent lied. “I
He had done a lot for me and the Mofos, though. Enough to instill a sense of obligation in me. And he was right possessive about what he thought of as his.
I.e., Felicity Williams.
“So, is he around?” Fliss asked, “I don’t see him.”
“Um… yeah.” I really was a shite liar. “He’s around somewhere. Maybe I could get you a drink while you’re waiting for him to show up. What would you like?”
“Sex on the Beach,” the tall blonde cooed, with every innuendo of her request written all over her face.
Fliss looked somewhere between mortified by her friend’s behavior and amused, screwing her eyes up at me in a way that made me laugh out loud. Her blonde friend seemed oblivious to the whole thing as she eye-fucked me into the next week.
“I will just have plain water,” the little brunette said through her glasses. “I’m the designated driver tonight.”
She spoke as though she deserved a medal for the job. And, the way the blonde acted, maybe she did.
“Why don’t you ladies go find a table,” I choked, trying my damnedest to put on a straight face. “I’ll go get your drinks before I have to go back up on stage.”
The blonde sighed heavily with a huge smile, like I’d just made her feckin’ year. I swear she had little hearts floating around her head, like when someone fell in love on the Sims.
“I’ll come with you, Denny,” Fliss piped up, then looked back at the other two. “There’s a table right over there, just off the stage. Why don’t you two go grab it?”
As we walked away from her friends, I leaned down to Fliss.
“Your friends are a touch scary,” I said. “The little brunette looks like the most man-hating bird I’ve ever seen in my life. And, Jaysus, I think the blonde wants to eat me for supper.”
“Phoebe isn’t a man-hater,” Fliss laughed. “She’s just very studious. She’s my smart friend, super serious. And Jillian, well, she’s kind of a friend of a friend of someone I know in class, so I don’t know her too well. She seems a bit, well… you should probably stay away from her. She gets around… a lot. ”
I felt a little elated surge in my chest that she was warning me off the blonde. Like maybe she had other reasons for not wanting me with her.
I brushed that off, reminding myself, again, that Fliss was Trent’s girl. No point in getting worked up about anything with her.
“She’s more Justin’s type then, hi?”
“Exactly, except she’s an engineering major and probably his student. So you might want to warn him to stay away from her, too.”
I got a bottle of water for Phoebe, the Sex on the Beach for Jillian, and a bottle of Bud for Fliss. It pleased me more than it should have that she liked beer. I loved beer. The fact that she did, too, just ticked one more box on my perfect-woman list. As we headed back towards the table, I saw Justin and Trent heading back in the back door, and I waved them over to the table where Fliss’ friends sat.
“There’s your fella,” I murmured to Fliss, and she looked in the direction I had nodded.
An odd play of emotions crossed over her face. A little bit of a sad smile, but mostly confusion and concern. I glanced back over at my friends making their way through the crowd and noted Trent was scowling. Justin must have interrupted him in the midst of something hot and heavy, and Trent looked none too pleased. I felt Fliss grow apprehensive as he drew closer, and she went stiff, arching away slightly, when he threw his arm around her shoulder. There was an odd light in his eyes, something menacing and… chemical . I wondered just what he’d been doing to go off his face like that. It certainly wasn’t just pot. He had a weird glint to his eyes, and his voice was sharp when he spoke.
“Felicity, you shouldn’t be here,” he frowned. “You know you shouldn’t be.”
“We just wanted to hear the guys play,” she said in a small voice.
“I’m working,” Trent lied. “I
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