“What?”
“Why is Jasper calling me and telling me that my brother is acting like a drunken asshole at the bar?”
“I don’t know. You have three brothers.”
“Do you want me to call you a ride?” Aiden asks.
“I’m fine, Aiden.”
He sighs over the phone. “Fuck it. I’m coming to pick you up.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“You sound like you’re fucking wasted. I’ll be there in a half-hour.”
“Fine,” I say, before hanging up and ordering more drinks. Wondering how much more I can get down my gullet until Aiden arrives.
Aiden gets to the bar way before his thirty minute ETA.
“Let’s go,” Aiden says, handling my tab and tipping the bartender graciously.
“I’m a whole ass man, I can get myself home.”
“You’re coming with me,” he says, grabbing his phone and making a call, stepping away. I keep sipping my drink and he rolls his eyes and snatches it away.
“I’m not done drinking, asshole,” I tell him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Aiden says back to me before sighing and talking to the person over the phone. “Sorry, I’ll be there in fifteen.”
He puts an arm around my waist and supports my weight, lugging me into the car.
I press my face against the glass, it feels great against my skin.
“This isn’t the way to my house,” I say, looking out the window as we cross a bridge.
“I’ve gotta go pick up Jessa first.”
“Your girlfriend.”
“Yes, my girlfriend.”
I make a noise of understanding and close my eyes as Aiden drives us wherever the fuck we’re going to pick up his girlfriend.
I’m tired and groggy by the time we get there and he looks over at me before we get out of the car.
“Whatever this is, you’ve gotta work through it man. This isn’t you,” Aiden says, looking me up and down as he gets out of the car.
Whiskey Joe’s is on the bay so you have to walk through sand to get to tables, the bar, and chairs. It honestly feels pretty fucking unsanitary when I think about it. My feet sink in with each step, the music is loud and there’s a bunch of rowdy assholes who have pulled their boats up to drink and eat.
Why the fuck is Aiden’s girlfriend at Whiskey Joe’s by herself? And why the hell couldn’t he have just dropped me off at home instead of making me suffer this unending trek to get to a shitty wooden table plopped in the sand.
Aiden groans, grabbing my arm and I follow suit, hating the bright glare of the sun and how miserable I feel.
It’s then as we finally are approaching the tables that I realize Penny is with Jessa. I want to pull her into my lap and drown her in the ocean at the same time—it’s very confusing. I got wasted and made a complete asshole out of myself while she’s just been at this shithole of a beach bar with her friend the whole time?
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble as we approach
“What is your problem, Lincoln?” my brother asks.
