I heard something open from the kitchen. “What did I just say?”
“I’m thirsty. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Roscoe! Drink water,” I said, grabbing as many towels as I could before running back into the room. I threw them onto thefloor and tried to take the bottle of wine from him, but he lifted it out of my reach. “Give me that, now!”
“How ’bout we both get a little drunk?”
“I was saving those.”
“For what? Company? With yer personality, they’d just sit there and go bad.”
“Funny.” I grabbed a glass. “I guess since you opened it…”
“Don’t be a sissy.” He took a few hearty gulps of the wine before shoving the bottle into my hands. “Drink it like that.”
“You got your slobber all over it!”
“There’s a fair bit of backwash in there too.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, passing him back the bottle.
“I’m kidding. Just drink it.”
The ceiling got farther away as I leaned back in the beanbag chair, drunker than I’d been in a while. Roscoe and I finished off both bottles, and he wasn’t even remotely tipsy.
“So yer parents are druggies. You got a useless degree, and you can’t land a good job.” He sat upright on the towels I laid out for him, smirking. “Yer hot and young. Just get yourself an old rich homo to shack up with and yer money troubles go away. Don’t know why the hell you try so hard.”
“I’d rather not end up a worthless bum like you.”
He grinned wider. “I get by just fine.”
“You’re inmyhouse, eatingmyfood, and drinkingmywine. You’re only getting by because you leech off other people.”
“I think I need to correct you a little here.Youlet me follow you home.Youmade me dinner without me asking, and I got you to drink with me. That all took persistence and effort, buddy.And I’ve been perfecting my injured dog face for added effect. You fell hard for it.”
He was so beyond audacious that I couldn’t even be mad at him anymore.
“I don’t understand. You stink, you’re a slob, and you use people. How do you even have a girlfriend?”
“Because I’m confident and hung and I know how to fuck humans real good.”
The wine must have clouded my judgment because I actually found I was turned on. God, I felt so gross.
“You know, the offer’s still on the table,” he said, crawling closer to me.
“I’ll pass.”
His hand landed on my crotch, startling me for a second.
“How many times do I have to say no to you?”
“If you think about it, you haven’t really said no to me yet.” He rubbed his thumb against the seam of my jean shorts. “Yer dick sure doesn’t agree with you.”
“If you actually applied yourself, you’d make a decent used car salesman.”
He pulled the zipper down and unbuttoned my shorts.
“I’m going to let you do this, aren’t I?”
