“I think Morgan’s good here with me— with us,” Phil corrected, giving me a smile that was probably meant to be seductive. Too bad I was seeing two of him. He frowned. “You do look a little sick. I can take you home—”
“No!” I shouted. Everyone looked at me in surprise and I realized how loud I had been. I smiled. It was probably wobbly. “I’m fine. Just let me drink this water and sit here for a little while.”
The truth was if I moved, I was pretty sure I’d upchuck all over the table.
“I’m going to go talk to them,” Clara said, standing up.
“Let me come with you,” Libby exclaimed, following her to towards the bar.
“This should be interesting,” Hayley snickered.
Charlie got up too and we all looked at him questioningly. “I just want to make sure they’re okay,” he stammered, scrambling after our co-workers.
“That is just sad,” Phil laughed. We watched as Clara, Libby, and Charlie swarmed Lucas and Alan. Lucas Bradley seemed to be feeling the same way I did. He swayed in his seat, taking long pulls on the beer bottle in hand.
Clara pushed her way up beside Lucas. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned oh so casually against the bar. She and Libby laughed loudly. Neither Lucas or Alan paid her any attention.
“Oh god, it’s like a train wreck,” Hayley giggled.
“Or bad reality television,” Phil added, seeming to enjoy the embarrassment as much as Hayley.
Clara leaned in towards Lucas and put her hand on his arm. He gracelessly shrugged her off and swiveled in his chair so he turned his back.
“What a dick,” I stated, feeling bad for my co-worker, no matter how catty she was.
“She should have known better than to try with Lucas Bradley,” Hayley said, shaking her head.
“Why?” I asked. Did I slur? I think I slurred. I hiccupped and quickly covered my mouth with my hand in mortification.
Clara looked crestfallen. But only for a minute. Another man turned his attention to her and soon she was flirting up a storm. She took rejection well.
“It’s pretty obvious he has a type and Clara, bless her, isn’t it.” Hayley finished her drink and pushed the empty glass to the edge of the table. Phil got up to get another round.
“Yeah, the fit model type,” Andrew piped up, a little on the leering side.
“Fit models huh? Well what makes him so special?” Yeah I was slurring. And hiccupping again. I gave up on feeling embarrassed and decided to embrace my drunkenness.
Hayley gripped my chin between her fingers and turned my face towards Lucas. “Are you blind?”
“I guess he’s cute,” I conceded. I could see why the women fawned over him. He was rough and rugged, with a tattoo on the side of his neck and short dark hair that barely covered his skull. His nose was a little crooked, as though he had broken it a few times. But his face was lovely to look at from what I could tell. With full lips that were probably sexy as hell when not sucking on a beer bottle.
And he wasn’t overly tall from what I could tell, but he was lean and obviously in great shape, being a soccer player and all.
“Oh, here they come. Ten pounds Clara tries to paint it that she rejected him. Just you wait,” Hayley whispered into my ear before the arrived.
“So ladies, how did it go? Are you going to become another notch on Bradley’s notorious belt?” Hayley asked, making room in the booth again. Charlie stayed up at the bar, eating peanuts and watching the big screen.
“He’s not nearly as fit up close. A bit off-putting if you ask me. I didn’t want to waste my time,” Libby remarked casually. Hayley shot me an amused look and I had to stifle my giggle.
All talk of Lucas Bradley and Alan Cole came to an end after that.
The conversation became less effort. I drank one more daiquiri, my buzz nicely maintained. Andrew taught me a game with a book of matches that had everyone howling with laughter.
I felt good.
Until I wasn’t.
My head started to pound and I realized I needed to use the bathroom. I excused myself and headed towards the toilets.
