Well, ouch.
Ariadne pushed away Britney’s finger, which was still pointed at Noah. “Okay, okay. We’re here to celebrate your law internship offer, not turn into lawyers tonight. I’m going to get a drink.”
Nathan watched her go for a second and, before she reached the bar, downed the rest of his whiskey. “I’m getting a refill.”
I sipped my lemonade and pretended not to see Britney’s disappointed face. It wouldn’t last, though—she could get nearly any other guy in here if she tried.
She sighed dramatically. “How is it we’re celebrating me tonight, yet I’m the only one without male attention?”
“Don’t worry.” Kira placed her chin in her hands. “I’m getting some weird vibes from that guy.” She glanced at Noah. “No offense.”
Noah shook his head. “None taken.”
“Britney, I have no doubt that you’ll find someone to go home with tonight,” I said.
“Maybe.” She did a sweep of the room with her eyes. “Oh, that’s someone from my corporate law class. Be right back.”
By the bar, Ariadne and Nathan were engaged in conversation, voices too low for me to make out. Ariadne scowled; Nathan looked pleased.
A smile crept on Kira’s face as she leaned over the table toward me. “Three dollars that Nathan buys Ariadne a drink.”
I studied Ariadne, whose crossed arms grazed the bar and expression was firmly set on the bartender. Leaning as far away from Nathan as possible. She was one of the most stubborn people I knew. If she hadn’t shown any interest in him by now, she wasn’t budging. “You’re on.”
“Is there a gambling problem I should know about?” Noah interrupted.
“The stakes are low enough not to be concerned,” I said.
He finished his beer. “Why don’t we see who’s the winner of your bet while I get another drink?”
“Sure.” I grabbed my lemonade and followed Noah. “Only because I like to win.”
“We’ll see!” Kira’s voice followed.
Noah tried to order a specific drink—some variation of a whiskey sour—but Bear only shook his head and said he knew a drink Noah would like more. Seconds later, a small glass was pushed in front of Noah.
Instead of heading back to the table, Noah sat down on a barstool, nudging for me to do the same. Oh. Okay. Alone at last. Just the two of us. Out in public, with our friends watching not so subtly from a distance. I could handle this like a normal person.
Just say something normal, Macey.
“Did you know that male whales tuck their genitals inside of them when they’re not mating?”
“Same,” said Noah.
Was I drunk? Was it possible to get drunk off of the drinks your friends consumed? Maybe when Noah blinked next, I could leap behind the bar and hide.
“What?”
“I’m kidding, Macey.” Noah’s smile, the one normally reserved for private occasions between us, appeared.
“Oh, of cou?—”
“It’s too big to tuck anywhere anyways.”
Oh.
Great. Now I was thinking about Noah touching his genitalia. About me touching his genitalia. I hated the word genitalia. Cock. Penis. Dick. We should make the word genitalia illegal in sexy mind scenarios. It really dimmed the mood.
“Are you blushing?”
