“Come on ladies, I need a beer.” Luke shouts, swinging his truck keys in between his fingers.
Remembering who’s at the bar waiting for me, I lightly jog towards my brother and Luke, Colter tailing along behind me; all three of the jerks laughing at the spring in my step.
****
Pulling into the bar’s parking lot, all four of us bundled into Luke truck, the atmosphere’s changed from tense to electric. Country music on the radio, allfour of us singing along to the classic hits.
“Ready boys?” Colter asks from the front seat.
I pull open the back door and almost throw myself out of it, excited to see my girl again.
This time, I hope it will be a much better Friday night.
Walking from the truck to the front door, my brother shoves into me and I playfully shove back.
I never want to leave this town again.
Luke holds open the door to McCoy’s, and I hear her before I see her. That hysterical laugh hasn’t changed, the snort as she breathes in from her belly laugh.
I spot her with her hand over her mouth, trying to hide the large grin I know she’s wearing. Leaning against the bar with Hope and Iris she throws her head back in a fit of giggles at whatever one of them has just said to make her laugh like that.
I watch her neck as the memory of last night comes back to me, remembering the kisses I planted there, my dick standing to attention at the mere thought of being consumed by her once again.
She looks in the direction of us, locking her eyes with mine, hand still covering her mouth.
I bounce towards her, only just dodging the ridiculous amount of chairs and tables that Colehas throughout this place. I hit my thighs on more than I like to admit to but I couldn’t care less about the potential bruising to my hips.
I want to get to her.
“Hey, Firefly,” I say, finally reaching her and standing in the spot next to her. “Hey, Mav,” she replies, looking sheepish towards me. I watch her cheeks flush as she looks up at me.
I struggle to move my eyes away from hers, my breathing and head calming at the sight of her; the world becoming silent around us.
I hear someone clear their throat.
“Yeah, hello to you as well, Dipshit,” I look in the direction of the voice to find Iris waving at me.
“I’m sorry,” I lean forward and plant a kiss on both hers and Hope’s cheeks.
“Ladies. Drinks?” I ask, signalling Mack over to take our orders.
We order a round of beers; the girls go for some fruity concoctions; but not my girl; my girl goes straight for her favourite, whiskey.
As the night continues on, I never stay far away from my girls side. I’m not certain what she’s told the girls about us, as I haven’t reallysaid much to the boys about what’s going on.
Throughout the night I catch them all eyeballing us from across the booth we decide to perch on.
The bar isn’t overly busy tonight because of the town fair tomorrow, but Cole’s put on a bit of light music as background noise for the few of us keeping the bar filled for the evening.
I give Mack my card, with explicit instructions to buy this group anything they ask for. I’ve got thirteen years of rounds of drinks to catch up on, and I wasn’t going to let my side down.
Looking back down at Mabel who, as the whiskey went down ridiculously smoothly, becomes a lot more relaxed and leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder; I see her bright smile on full display.
I look around the table and see everyone smirking at us, but no one says a thing and I just laugh. It’s like these fuckers knew before we did that this would happen.
And that thought alone causes my own shit eating grin to spread across my face; right back at them. “Another round?” I ask, already sliding out from the booth.
“I’ll help,” Mabel gets up after me as I watch each of our friends agree back with me for a refill on their drinks.
