“Shit, I gotta go,” Heather says, pulling from Bobby’s hold and walking toward the door.
I can’t help but hold judgment at Bobby, my disgusted gaze telling him just that. That girl would be nasty even if I was shitfaced drunk.
“What? Anything goes with hoes,” Bobby chuckles.
“That’s repulsive. Do you not have any standards?” I ask, popping a peanut in my mouth.
“I wouldn’t have slept with her,” Bobby tells me, his tone serious while he cracks a peanut. “But I’m not going to be a dick to her either,” he continues with sincerity.
“Right,” I sneer. I can’t help but be pissed at Bobby, since he encouraged Dani to move on without me and put his hands on her.
“Hey, asshole!” Bobby and I look over our shoulder’s to see three men standing at the door, the one in front pointing at Bobby. He has on baggy jeans and a sleeveless shirt, his head bald and shiny. Of the two behind him, one has a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off and the other is wearing a white shirt with holes all over it. All walks of life in this bar.
“Me?” Bobby questions, pointing to himself.
“You mess with my girls, you pay up,” the bald man roars, slapping his chest with a loud roar.
“I didn’t mess with anything, and you better watch who you’re talking to,” Bobby retorts, pointing at the man.
“That’s not what my girl said, so you calling her a liar?” The bald man’s walking up to Bobby.
Suddenly, Bobby is ripped from his bar stool and thrown on the ground. The bald man straddles him and punches Bobby square in the face. I turn leisurely on my stool to get a better view of the action. Nobody seems to even notice the fight; everybody just goes about their business, drinking, dancing, and playing pool. A fight in this place isn’t uncommon. Bobby takes the hit and throws his own punch, making the guy fall off him. Then Bobby rolls over and punches the guy in the face again; he might actually have this fight. The bald guy spits blood to the side and grins at Bobby maliciously. The two guys who followed the bald one suddenly grab Bobby by the elbows, one on each side, and haul him off the guy in charge. He rises to his feet and wipes the blood from his lip before delivering a punch to Bobby’s gut without warning. Bobby grunts in pain as the man throws another.
“Little help here, man,” Bobby moans.
I crack a peanut and watch the two guys holding Bobby while the bald one punches him again. Yeah, I should help him, and any other time I would. I would make sure all three of these assholes lost their teeth. But seeing how Bobby’s a traitor and I haven’t actually plotted my revenge on him, this will do.
I cock a smile and toss a peanut in.
“Should have had my back with Dani. What you did wasn’t the brotherly thing to do; touching what wasn’t yours, brother,” I sneer.
The guy throws another punch to Bobby’s stomach before the two hounds let go of his elbows, letting him fall to his knees.
“Pay up!” one of them yells, placing his hand out palm up in Bobby’s face.
Bobby coughs and grabs his wallet in his back pocket, pulling free a few twenties and tossing them onto the floor. The bald guy grabs the cash and stuffs it in his pocket before stalking out of the bar.
“What the fuck, man?” Bobby asks, sliding onto the bar stool slowly, holding his stomach and coughing as he takes a small sip from his beer.
“You deserved it,” I shrug.
“You owe me sixty dollars,” he says, holding his midsection in pain.
I turn and look at Bobby. His mouth is split and bleeding and he’s hunched over, grabbing his stomach. It makes me smile to see him in such pain.
I WAKE UP ALONE this morning. I spent the whole day with Shadow yesterday. Laid up in the apartment, we sat around munching on food and watching TV. I found out he’s ticklish under his armpits, and in return he found out I’m ticklish everywhere. It was nice to not think about the weight of the club or our trust issues. It was just us and nothing on the outside interfering with that. Today, I went grocery shopping? and I stopped by the dance studio to see the older girls audition for Swan Lake.
I walk into the apartment as the sun begins to set, hoping to see Shadow, but it’s empty. I pop some popcorn and plop on the couch to paint my toes. After surfing the channels and coming up with nothing, I turn it off, bored out of my mind. My phone vibrates on the counter, catching my attention, and I pick it up without looking at the caller ID. Right now, I would talk to a sales person I’m so bored.
“Hey, girlie!” Cherry chirps on the other end of the line.
“Uh, hey,” I respond, surprised to receive a call from her.
“You doing anything tonight? Me and a couple of the girls are going to a club where my brother is DJing.”
“That sounds great,” I reply, excited.