Xavier FINAL(30)
“Water or this?” He held up a bottle.
“What is it?”
“Jameson’s Irish Whiskey. You’re Irish so I thought maybe you’d like some.” He poured two shots and handed me one. I hesitated and he smiled, “You deserve this. Take it.”
“To getting fucked over.” I held up my shot.
“To showers in clothes.” He tapped my shot. “That was very sweet by the way, thank you.”
“I’m not sweet. But we are on the same team. Someone fucks with my buddy, they fuck with me.” He poured two more shots. “To buddies.”
“To buddies.”
I drank it down again.
“You hungry?”
“Not at all. This is good though.” I reached over and poured another shot for each of us.
“You trying to get me drunk?”
“No, I’m trying to take my buddy’s advice. Get drunk, sleep till noon, and then deal with my shit.”
He walked over and turned on the sound system and then came back and leaned over the island and poured two more shots.
“What are you thinking?”
“So many things.”
“You think your brothers are gonna--.”
“Oh God. They’ll go crazy. I hadn’t even thought of that.”
“Let ‘em.”
“Xavier, they don’t need to know. God! How fucked up is this? It can’t even be just my hurt. It’s everyone’s.”
“Say’s the girl who told me to accept family help.”
“It’s different.”
“I know. Just trying to change the subject. Didn’t mean to pile more on you.”
“No, I wanna talk about it. I wanna talk it out of my system so that tomorrow I can tell him to go straight to hell.” I grabbed the bottle and took a swig and handed it to him.
“Do you think you’ll see him? I mean it is still the Sabbath.” He bit his lip.
“See how stupid I was? We didn’t have sex on the weekends because of his religious beliefs. We lived together and he was gone every weekend because I was too much of a temptation? What the hell was I blinded by?”
“Good sex?”
“No, I don’t know? Not much to compare it to except, well I can get myself off.”
“Did he ever watch you?”
“No,” I laughed and took another drink. “Are you kidding, he’d have flipped his switch.”
“He’s an idiot. There’s nothing hotter than watching a girl get herself off.”
“You had girlfriends do that?” My voice squeaked and I took another drink.
“No girlfriends.”
“Oh that’s right. So how the hell are you gonna help me?” I laughed.
“Well, I can tell you for damn sure if you were my girlfriend I would fuck you all night Friday and Saturday.”
“If you were my boyfriend, I’d make you.”
“Oh yeah?” He smiled.
“Hell yes, your one of those guys. I wouldn’t trust you when you weren’t in my bed.”
He frowned, “Not just because I look like this?”
I laughed and took another drink and handed him the bottle, he took a drink.
“If you were mine, I’d watch you get yourself off.”
“How kind of you.” I rolled my eyes.
“I’d give you a hand or a tongue if you needed my help. See, I would be a nice boyfriend.”
“If you were into that I’m sure you’d try.” I took another drink and laughed. “If you were my boyfriend I would tattoo my name on your forehead.”
“Why’s that?”
“So whenever you were on top of someone else they’d see my name.”