“Kenny, please. You and I are friends, but that’s all. Why don’t you go and get one of the girls to help warm your bed?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Go and get laid.”
He started to laugh, his finger attempting to touch the tip of my nose but ending up on my cheek instead. “They’re all wrong, you know. You don’t have a stick up your ass at all.”
Then he was gone, whistling to one of the girls being taken from behind over the pool table. At least he hadn’t been insulted. I was grateful for small things at that point, because some of the harsher realities in my life were serving as nothing more than confusion.
Pushing off the wall and heading back into the residential section of The Hut, I tried not to think about anything going on behind the closed doors of any room as I headed to the kitchen to make myself useful, while also trying my hardest not to focus on how long I was going to be locked inside thisplace. If I hadn’t had my phone, I would have lost all sense of date and time. Lockdown apparently meant every window and door was shutdown and guarded by someone closer to sober than everyone else.
Turning on the extractor fan in the kitchen in the hope that it would eat up some of the cigarette smoke, I opened the fridge and walked inside to grab a couple beers and some cold cuts for the sandwiches. I doubted anyone gave a shit about eating, but it gave me something to do, while I took the slow route to insanity.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Drew
She rolled off the bed with a giggle while I just lay flat out on my back and kept my eyes closed. There wasn’t much more to be said or done. It was too late. There was a quiet calm that was floating through my body, right alongside all the whiskey that I’d drunk. All the anger that had been raging through me before was finally beginning to fade away. Only one image was lingering in the back of my hazy mind, forcing the last bit of fire to stay lit.
“Shall I go get you something to drink?” the girl squeaked out beside me as she fumbled around to put her clothes back on.
“Nope,” I answered as slowly as I could, my lazy smile breaking free as my arms spread out above my head. “Jus’ go.”
The bed dipped again when she climbed back on board, and the sudden movement made my stomach swirl with unease. “Come on, Tucker. Don’t be like that. I can go get you something to drink. We can keep this little party of two going.” Her lips slid over my ear, her warm breath making my eyes crease tighter together as I tried not to roll on my side and push her the fuck away. She was messing with my zen—or whatever that trippy, floaty as fuck feeling was called.
“Sweetheart…”
“Yes, baby?”
“Get the fuck outta here before I throw you out.”
“But, Drew…”
I didn’t wait any longer. Her voice was annoying as shit and she was really starting to get on my balls. Literally. Turning to face her, I growled and let my body lift up so I was right in her face. When I opened my eyes and took a good look at her, I had to blink a couple of times and try to remember if she really was the girl I brought in here before. My head snapped to the door, then back at her, then back to the door, then over my shoulder, as I looked for the blonde chick I’d been thinking about while I was doing what I was doing just a few minutes ago.
“Who the fuck are you?” I slurred in her face, my brows creasing together in confusion.
“What?” she snapped back sharply as her own nose crinkled up and made her look like a really pointy and spiteful looking pig. “What are you talking about?”
“Name. Who are you? Where’s the girl I—?”
“Jesus Christ, Drew. Are you for real right now?”
As soon as her voice took on that higher pitch again, my brows raised and I had to shut my eyes again. “Wow. That’s… That’s a loud little voice you’ve got there.”
“Rachel.”
“Rachel,” I repeated, like I’d known all along, nodding my head and peeking an eye open. “Rachel.” Who the fucking hell was Rachel? “I knew that.”
“Sure you did, you giant ass!” Rachel stood up straight and flicked her hair over her shoulder like it would and should mean something to me that she dared to throw an insult my way.
Stretching my mouth out wide and over exaggerating every word I said, I pointed a finger in her face and tried to focus on where exactly she was. I was sure she kept moving around. “It’s asshole, actually. I’m anasshole.Not just an ass. Go ask whatserface out there. She’ll tell you.”
Rachel stared at me for a while longer and, even in my drunken, high as a fucking gliding kite state, I could tell she was trying to weigh up her options. If she walked out of my door looking anything less than the cat that got the cream, she wouldn’t be able to tell all the other Hound Whores about what had just happened and it would all have been for nothing. No chick wants to put their mouth to work like that and not get a reward.
My elbow started to shake against the mattress and I was just about to crash back down onto it, with the hope of staying there for the rest of the night, when Little Miss Scratchy Throat spoke up again. Planting a hand on her hip and doing that thing girls do where they lean to one side, she rolled her head like it wasn’t even attached and gave me her best attitude face.
“Whatserface? You mean the girl who’s fucking Kenny over the pool table right now?”
