He leans in for his shot, and I press my body against his, whispering, “You look so fucking sexy night now. I could eat you… everywhere!”
Before he misses, I hear a sharp hitch in his breath. He turns, his lips mere inches from mine.
“Oh, you do know how to play dirty?” Spencer says with an airy laugh.
“You bet your ass I do.”
“Hey umm, Spencer?” Jules comes rushing over.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt whatever you two have going on here. I mean, I approve, totally approve what is happening here,” she says, flailing her hand between the two of us. “But, Spencer, I can talk to you real quick?”
“Excuse us, we will be right back.” Then Jules grabs his arm and hauls him away.
Okay? I think my best course of action is to not engage with the tiny spitfire. Is her hair purple now?
Jaxon slaps his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “It's best to just walk away real slow, and don’t make eye contact.”
“What is with the women in this town?”
Jaxon shrugs, “beats me.”
Dom is up, and he sinks one into the left pocket before Jaxon fucks with him, knocking his cue, and he misses. Jaxon is still fresh meat, so he is nowhere near as buzzed as us, and it shows. He sinks four in a row, then laughs like a lunatic when Dom scowls at him.
Spencer comes back in time for my turn, but he doesn't look as happy as before. He has a smile, but I can see right through it. It shows in his eyes. He moves over to the back section of our area. Looking down at what he is wearing, he is fidgety and no longer standing confident. Something just happened.
I step over to him when he sits on the stool.
“Hey, you okay?”
“What? Oh yeah, of course. I’m fine… I see Jaxon swept the floor while I was gone,” he says, nodding his head to the table, eyebrow arched.
“Hey, he is more sober than the rest of us,” I say, relieved when I get a laugh out of Spencer as I go over to take my shot. The ball is at a bad angle, but it doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m too busy watching Spencer. I want to know what just changed.
When I miss my shot, he hops up from the stool with the mask of a smile on his face.
“Better luck next time,” he says, patting my cheek.
This time, when it’s Spencer's turn, I don’t interfere. The murderous expression in his eyes as he lines up his shot makes me feel bad for what is about to happen to the poor ball.
I hear the loud crack and then the ball sails into the corner pocket. Game Over!
Jaxon and Spencer high five each other and slam celebratory shots while Dom and I grumble.
“I’m going to run to the restroom,” Spencer says to Jaxon. “Can you watch Alex? He’s having a tequila night and I think we are going to have to call Jerry’s sober cab.”
They both shudder. Spencer leans into me. “I once heard someone say they found a piece of moldy pizza shoved inside of an old gym sock in the backseat.” My face must have said it all, because he just laughs as he walks away.
“Okay, Alex. Why don’t we get you some water?” Jaxon says
“Okay Mr. Jax… son… Jax… sex. Oh, I mean not sex, well yes, all the sex.” Alex’s eyebrows shoot up when he either realizes what he is saying, or he is about to hurl. It really could go either way.
“What is going on, Alex?” Jaxon asks. “You usually save tequila nights for when the shit is hitting the fan. Is everything okay at work?”
“Of course, I’m fine. Wow, you really are a perfect man. All thoughtful and shit,” says Alex, waving his hands in front of Jaxon like this disgusts him. His hair is all messy, the black-framed glasses on his face are crooked, and he’s two seconds from falling face first on the floor before Jaxon catches him.
“Too bad I don’t believe you. Something is up… Alright, I’m going to go pay the tab and then I’m driving you home. I’ll come by in the morning to help you get your car.”
“But PIE! I’m waiting for pie… Shh, I heard it's banana cream. I like all kinds of bananas. Young, old, 30-something bananas with just a hint of gray. I mean brown. I don’t discriminate.”
