“Dude you’re single and you haven’t had a fuck in three weeks? Man, you must be on like stage five restrictions as you are in a severe draught period – three weeks, that’s a seriously long time.”
I don’t hear any more, everything just fades to background noise as I watch shorty look around the room as she – shit, is she crying? She keeps her face away from her friends and I watch her as she quickly wipes tears from under each of her eyes and then turns back to them and laughs at whatever is being said, a smile plastered on her face, a smile that doesn’t reach her pretty eyes, which I think are blue but I’m not sure, I need to inspect them closer, much closer.
She suddenly pulls off her jacket and grabs an empty beer bottle and starts to sing along to the song, it’s an old Clash tune and I can’t help but smile as she really goes for it, another friend joins her and the pair rock out together and as she moves I notice her tits – fuck me, how did I miss those babies, she’s wearing a silky blouse thing and apparently no bra, definitely no bra, every time she moves they jiggle, every time. Every. Fucking. Time. My mouth fills with water.
“Gabe…Gabe…What the fuck are you looking at? Gabriel.”
I can hear Cooper but I can’t answer him and I can’t tear my eyes away from her, she’s, she’s just so fucking small and cute and soft looking, with bouncy tits and red hair and she’s just perfect.
“He’s in the zone Coop, who’s the victim?”
I look up at Zac as he stands next to me following the line of site my eyes were taking.
“Who is she Coop, dya know her? The red head with Jo.”
We all watch as the redhead, Jo and two other women deliver a word perfect rendition of American Pie, all verses.
“Na, na I don’t, but she’s got a great rack.”
We all suddenly look away as Jo turns and starts to head towards us, my brothers being the cowards that they are, disappear and leave me standing there, alone, with Jo heading towards me and a raging hard on, I quickly turn toward the bar, Jo stands next to me but seems to be oblivious to my presence.
“Hey Jo, how ya going?”
“Gabe, how are you?’
She leans in and gives me a cuddle and a kiss on the cheek, I’m careful not to get too close, I don’t want her to notice my boner, I know Jo and she will announce it to the whole bar and find it hilarious, which it fucking isn’t.
“Out with the girls I see.”
“Yep, night out with the besties, one of them has some shit going on that she’s trying to hide from us…so we thought we would get a few shots into her and try and get her to spill.”
“That’s a bit slippery Jo.”
“That’s women Gabe, and you should know all about slippery women. In more ways than one.”
Fuck, this isn’t good, what if she tells shorty about my rep and she blanks me. What the fuck am I on about, was I planning on talking to her then?
“This is true Joanne, very true – so which of your mates is going through shit right now?” I ask as casually as I can.
“It’s the gorgeous red head you’ve been staring at since we walked in.” Fuck.
“Busted,” I shrug, “Tell you what, let me pay for the drinks and I will buy the gorgeous red head an extra shot from me. Is she married, shorty, the red head, your friend, is she married?”
“Gabe, you want deets on my girl? Well then you grow some and go ask my girl herself.”
We both look across at her friends, just as they laugh loudly and all turn towards us, shit did she see me staring, perving, staring, whatever? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I lean forward and say to Jo, “Be sure to let her know the shots are from me.”
Jo nods as I put the drinks on the tray that she’s carrying, “Jo?”
She turns back to me, “Will you at least tell me her name?”
“Shit, you have got it bad!”
We both turn and look at shorty, who is looking right at us, busted again. Jo shakes her head.
“I loves ya Gabe, but no can do, she’s my girl and my job is to keep her away from boys like you. Thanks for the drinks. Mwaaaah.”
Boys like me? What the fuck does that mean and who the fuck is she calling a boy?
I watch Jo walk back to her girlfriends and they all seem to giggle and chat amongst themselves. Shorty looks up and right at me and my chest does that weird thing again, what is that? I try to think back over what I’ve eaten today, it must be indigestion of some kind; it’s the strangest sensation. All the while, my eyes are locked to hers; I want to go over and introduce myself and ask her why she looks so sad when she thinks no one is watching her. No I don’t, what am I even thinking? Before I can take a step, Jo passes her the shot I bought her and she suddenly looks devastated. I watch intently, puzzled by her reaction, it’s just a shot. I didn’t send a note over asking for a root. She knocks back the shot, looks at her mates and bursts into tears. What. The. Fuck?
My brothers being the slippery pair that they are suddenly reappear now that Jo has left the scene.
“You still perving over the ranga with the big tits bro?” Zac asks from beside me.