“Thanks Rem.”
The night picked up pretty quickly and my leg got a good work out. I managed to dodge the wandering hands that often came on my late nights after a few pitchers of beer are finished up at the tables of the many college guys that came in to normally start the drinking nights off with some pizza.
“Hey kid, how ya doing?” Gino comes up behind me while I’m putting in an order and places a meaty hand on my shoulder. “I’m doing good Gino, definitely busy but I’m easing my way back into things.”
“Good, good,” he says as his eyes scan the jam packed restaurant. “Let me know if ya need anything kiddo, I’m gonna jump on to the pizza line.”
“’Kay thanks Gino,” I yell over my shoulder as I grab a pizza from the window and head out to the table it belongs to.
“Phew that was probably our busiest night since I’ve worked here.” I collapse in the booth across from Remy. “I know right? We were so swamped. My pockets are extra full tonight from the tips though so I don’t mind that one bit.” I pull out the wad I have stuffed in my pockets and begin to count it out. “Looks like I did pretty well too. Do you mind giving me a ride home?”
Remy nods her head at me as she continues to count out her change. She slides it all back into a change purse when she’s finished. “I planned on it girly. I know Mark and Chase are busy tonight, did you want to head over there with me?”
I look down at my watch and rub by eyes. It’s already well past midnight and I can feel the wear of the long day. I’m sure Ally has other plans for the night besides sitting with a sleeping Caleb. “No if you don’t mind can you just drop me off? They shouldn’t be too much longer and I know Chase will understand. I’ll make the next one.”
“Not a problem L. Let me just grab my coat and we’ll hit the road.”
Remy and I lock up the doors behind us being the last to leave and we head towards the almost completely empty parking lot. After a short drive and a wave from Remy, I manage to drag myself up the stairs and kick Ally out of the apartment who insists she just wants to have some girl time. Not tonight I’m freakin’ beat. She leaves to meet up with some friends and after checking on a sleeping Caleb, I pull on a shirt of Chases and collapse into bed.
I’m startled awake when I hear the front door slam shut and something crash to the floor. My heart instantly begins to race and I nudge my elbow into Chase to check out the intruder when I realize his spot is empty. I flick my eyes over to the clock on the nightstand and see that it’s a little past four in the morning.
“Hey b-abby,” I hear from the darkened hallway and recognize Chases familiar husky voice even though its coming out a little slurred. He stumbles over to the bed and crawls up towards me and I’m instantly assaulted from the alcohol seeping out of his pours
My nose instantly scrunches up at the smell. Chase isn’t much of a drinker and if he does he normally has a limit of five before stopping. “Chase I swear to god if you wake up Caleb I will beat the shit out of you,” I hiss at him.
“Shhhh. I miffffed you so much my Leah beah. Come ‘ere sexy,” he slurs out as he stumbles up my body and plants a wet sloppy kiss on my mouth and gropes his hand up under the hem of my shirt onto my bare stomach. “Eww Chase.” I slightly push back on his chest and he rolls over into his empty spot. Now I know he must be SUPER drunk if I can shove him over with one push of my small hands. “You know I hate that smell, how much did you have to drink?”
“MMMarrrhh,” he muffles into the pillow and I soon hear the light sound of his snoring. I roll my eyes and turn over onto my side away from him so I don’t smell the stench of alcohol coming from him before going back to sleep.
I wake up later in the morning around 7:30 when I hear a constant chirping coming from the floor next to Chases side of the bed. I shove at Chase trying to wake him up but he doesn’t even budge an inch as I crawl over him to get out of bed.
I step on something as soon as my feet hit the floor. He must have stripped his coat off at least last night and I pick it up off the floor to hang it up for him. Just as I scoop it up something falls out of the pocket and hits the floor. I bend down to see what it was and loop my finger through some see through material of a red lacey thong. Now I know THOSE don’t belong to me.
The chirping sound goes off again and I discover its coming from Chase’s phone that was tucked in the same pocket. I unlock the screen and see that he has about four missed calls and ten text messages from someone named Missy. My radar of course instantly perked up when I found a slutty pair of panties in his pocket that clearly weren’t mine and now it’s in full force as I see the name Missy pop up on the screen. Isn’t that like a guaranteed stripper name?