“I don’t know, Mom. I just don’t think it’s a very good idea... Actually, I’ve been thinking of buying a place... Okay, I’ll think about it... Alright... Love you too... Yeah, I’ll be over for Sunday dinner.”
“Your mom still trying to get you to move in?” Danny asked, as he topped off my glass and pushed it towards me.
“She’s trying, but it’s not happening. No way in hell.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” Riley piped in. “Be a little awkward with all of the rebound action you’re gonna get. I don’t think the girls would be too impressed if you took ‘em home to your mommy’s house.”
I rolled my eyes at the three of them who were all grinning widely at me. “I’m not gonna go out and screw every girl in sight just because my girlfriend broke up with me.” Even though I had thought about it—on definitely more than one occasion—but I had never really been that kind of guy. I left that to Danny.
“Look.” Danny threw an arm around my shoulder, and I could already tell how much he had to drink before I got there by the way that one single word came out slurred. “When you were dating Kara, you were a major douche. It was like she was working some kind of witch craftery on your brain or some shit. No offense,” he added, like that was supposed to make him not sound like an ass.
“Captain Douche Lord, actually.” Grant smirked before shoving a plate full of wings at me, like they were some sort of peace offering or something. “Not that we minded. All of the chicks in high school were always after you even when you were with Kara. And when you turned ‘em down, we benefitted.”
“So glad I helped you guys out,” I muttered, “but I really don’t want to talk about this shit anymore.”
“Fine, but at least do one thing for me. If you do it, I swear I won’t mention Kara’s name ever again.” Danny drained the rest of his glass, and motioned to the waitress for another pitcher. Just what he needed.
I hesitated for just a second. Normally, I would tell Danny to fuck off, but he had been going on and on about Kara ever since the breakup. How big of a bitch she was, how she had taken my balls along with her—the list goes on and on, and I’m sure would never stop. “Alright. What is it?”
His lips curved into a smile and he sat up straighter, probably surprised that I had actually agreed. “Awesome, buddy. I promise you won’t regret this. Alright, I get to pick a girl, and you—”
“No way, deal’s off,” I protested abruptly. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to go screw some random girl that you pick out.” First of all, knowing Danny, he would pick out the fifty-year old leather skinned bartender just to fuck with me, and second, I didn’t think I was really ready. Especially not with the bartender. Yeah, that would never happen.
“Whoa, hear me out, man. I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted, that I get to pick a girl here tonight, and all you have to do is go talk to her.” He held his hands out in front of himself defensively when I looked at him suspiciously with narrowed eyes. “I swear that’s it.”
“Ok-ay,” I dragged out. “I think I can handle that. And then you’re done with all of the Kara bullshit?”
“So done.”
“Alright, I’m in.”
“Good, ‘cause I already found your target.” Danny tipped his head towards the bar and all of us turned towards that direction.
“Which one?”
“Hmm...” He rubbed his chin and looked between the two girls that all four of us were currently staring at blatantly. Luckily, they seemed pretty engrossed in conversation so they didn’t notice us looking like stalkers.
“Well, that’s kind of a hard choice. I’m kind of considering that one for myself.” His head pointed towards the direction of the girl on the left, the one that I would have chosen, if I had to pick or even wanted to.
“She’s sexy as hell even without trying, but she also looks like a little bit of a mess. The emotional ones are always more fun.” He wiggled his eyebrows at us and then reached into his pocket, pulling out a coin. “So, I guess we’ll just let this decide for us. Call it in the air.”
Ally
“I can’t believe I actually agreed to this,” I huffed out as I took a long sip of my much-needed margarita. Remy smiled at me, twirling a piece of her fire-red hair that was stick straight at the moment and flowed to the middle of her back, which was bare from the low cut dress she had picked out for the night.
Next to her, I felt like a bag lady.
“Ally, there’s no way I would’ve let you stay home for a second longer. I know you won’t be over it for a while, but lying in bed all day, not showering, and barely eating, is not healthy. And besides, I needed a night out, too.”