She nodded.
“There are guys who drink and then go home and beat on their families.”
She nodded again.
“I’m not saying that people can make some bad choices while drinking. And obviously, things are different for addicts. But if you can handle yourself and aren’t overindulging, there’s nothing wrong with having a few drinks and cutting loose from time to time.”
“Fine. What’s so great about it?”
I laughed.
“What’s so great about it?” I shook my head, not even sure how I could explain it to her. “It’s called a social lubricant for a reason. It makes you let go of everything negative you’ve been holding onto, even if it’s only for a couple of hours. It makes you not give a shit that someone is sitting across the room, judging you for how you’re dressed. You don’t care if you’re being loud because you just want to have fun. And yeah, it might make you get up in front of everyone and dance like an idiot, but it’s fun. You just…” I shook my head as I reached for my beer. “You just won’t understand until you experience it yourself.” I took a swig.
“Fine.”
“Fine, what?” I asked after I swallowed.
“I’ll do it. “
“Do what?”
“I’ll get drunk.”
“Don’t go breaking your rules for me, Crash.”
“Ugh, I hate that nickname. Can’t you just call me Amelia?”
I snorted. “I could, but what fun would that be?”
“Can I get you another beer?” the waitress asked, walking up to our table.
I had just finished mine, so I handed it over to her. “Yes, please.”
“I’ll take one too.”
The waitress nodded. “Coming right up.”
I leaned toward her. “I wasn’t trying to pressure you into anything. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“No, I know. But you’re right. Plus, how am I going to start a new life if I haven’t even experienced everything this one has to offer?”
I couldn’t argue with her there, so I sat back with a grin plastered to my face.
The waitress was back a few minutes later, putting a bottle of beer on the table in front of both of us. I picked mine up and held it in the air.
“To your first time, sweetheart.” I tapped the neck of my bottle against hers.
She poured a drink into her mouth and swallowed. She didn’t make a disgusted face, but she didn’t look like she liked it either.
“How’s it feel to pop my cherry?” she asked, grinning widely, the words completely unlike the woman I’d come to know.
My cock throbbed instantly at what she was implying. “I’m glad it was me. Don’t have any more cherries that need popping, do you?”
She laughed. “Sorry, you’re a bit too late there.”
We’ll see about that.
Chapter 9
