“Yeah, the whole ‘hands off Tru she’s got a boyfriend’ thing you keep doing. I’m pretty much the only girl on tour here and if you scare off every guy who talks to me, I’ll only be left with you to talk with.”
“Suits me.”
“Jake!” I exclaim, feeling quick to exasperation. “I’m not a bed hopper you know. I’m not going to sleep with all these guys just because I talk to them. I’m not going to cheat on Will, it’d just be nice to have people to talk to when you’re not around.”
And it’s kind of annoying, and hurtful that he thinks I am to be honest.
His brow furrows. “I know you’re not a bed hopper, Tru. I’m just taking care of my best friend, it’s written in the rules if I remember correctly.”
“You’re version of them or mine?” I grin. I can’t stay mad with him for long.
He presses his lips together again, supressing his own grin. “Mine.”
Pete hands Jake his beer.
“Thanks,” he says, taking the beer from him, but not taking his eyes off mine.
“Come and sit with me,” Jake says holding out his hand for me to take.
I stare into his eyes for a long moment. “Okay.” I take his hand. “See you guys later,” I say to Pete and Gary.
Jake leads me over to a booth already filled with Tom, Denny, Smith, Stuart. I can see a group of girls hanging nearby, and I feel the hard stares I earn from them because Jake is holding my hand.
It makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
Jake ushers me in the booth first, next to Denny, and sits beside me trapping me in. I put my drink down on the table and my bag on the floor beside my feet.
“You enjoy the show?” Denny asks me.
“I did,” I smile. “It was amazing.”
“You’re looking very beautiful tonight, Tru,” Tom smiles across the table at me.
“Thank you,” I flush feeling a little shy.
I don’t know want it is about Tom, but he has this ability to make me feel like I’m a sixteen year old girl. I think he has that effect on most women. And I don’t even fancy him, it’s so totally weird. Maybe it’s his patter that does it. It always feels like there’s a hidden agenda behind what he’s saying.
A lot like Jake in that respect. But I get the impression Tom’s hidden meaning when directed at me is a lot dirtier than Jake’s.
Jake shifts around in his seat, pressing his leg up against mine and puts his arm around the back of the seat behind me.
I see Tom’s eyes flicker in his direction, and he grins.
Big brother Jake is back, and I get the distinct feeling that Tom is enjoying winding him up with me.
“Well you assholes are boring the shit out of me, barring you of course Tru.” Tom flashes a toothy smile at me again as he climbs out of the booth, stepping over Smith, jumping to the floor. “I’m off to go pick a skirt up for the night.”
“Is there ever a time when you’re not horny?” Stuart asks him.
Tom looks at him like this is the most ridiculous question he’s ever been asked.
“Nope,” he grins. “I’m like a horny Tom cat, always on the prowl for new *.”
Jake splutters out a laugh. I have to hold one back myself.
“Did you actually just refer to yourself as a Tom cat?” Jake asks, still laughing.
“Hell yeah! And don’t you go all prim on me, ass-face, because I know for a fact you’ve referred to your dick as a snake on many occasion.”
Stuarts snorts his drink up his nose, and starts choking.
I feel Jake tense beside me. I can’t even look at him.
“A python if I remember right,” Tom grins, obviously enjoying winding him up.
“More like a fuckin’ cobra from what I hear!” Denny chips in.
Smith starts laughing too, obviously in on this whole Jake the snake joke.
“Hey, I can’t help it if I was blessed with a big dick, unlike you douchebags,” Jake says, picking his beer up, quickly getting back in the game.
“Fuck off!” Tom says grabbing his crotch. “I’m well packed here, primed and ready to go.”
It’s a good job I’m not prudish in any way sitting here with these lot. Though talking about Jake and his snake is making me feel a little lightheaded. I wonder how big it actually is? I’m tempted to cast my gaze downwards at his crotch, but I hold of the urge, pinning my eyes up front and ahead.
“Hey, thinking about this,” Toms adds, leaning his groin up against our table. “I’m feeling a theme coming on here, we’ve got, of course, me - hunky fuckin’ Tom cat, Jake the snake there … now we just need to figure something up for you three fuckers.” He gestures to Denny, Stuart and Smith.
Denny lifts his head. “No fuckin’ way man, leave me out of your weird animal fantasies.”
“Ah shut up you miserable fucker! Denny? What rhymes with Denny?” he muses. “Ah man your name is shit! Nothing rhymes with it. We’re gonna have to change it.”
Denny climbs up over Stuart, then Smith, and jumps lithely to the floor. “Remind me why I’m friends with you again?” he asks Tom, patting his shoulder.
“Because I’m fuckin’ awesome and I can get chicks to play with your dick.”