Ariana
As soon as the movie’s over, I turn to Lil. “Let’s go shoot some pool.”
“Okay. I’ll grab snacks.” She winks at me. “You get drinks?”
While Lil loots the pantry, I grab a couple cups with lids and straws from the kitchen and fill them with ice. Then I get a big bottle of soda from the fridge in the garage, dump half of it down the bathroom sink, and fill it back up with vodka.
Lil and I meet in the game room and crank up some music. We’re halfway through the bottle and feeling very good when Luca and Dad show up.
Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk.
Dad’s face breaks out into a big grin. “There’s my girls. Running the table again?”
“Yup. If you want it, you have to play us for it.” I grin back at him. He groans.
Would it be smarter for Lil and I to give up the table and run like hell before Dad realizes we’re drunk? Yes. But that’s not our style.
“Maybe we should play darts instead,” he jokes, but he grabs a cue stick anyway. “You and Lil against me and Luca.” I don’t know how good Luca is, but Dad knows that Lil’s not great. Whatever, I like the challenge of still trying to win.
“Bring it on,” Lil says with bravado that’s fueled by vodka more than anything. It’s definitely not fueled by her skills. Meh, if we lose, we can always go bowling in the basement. Drunk bowling is fucking fun. “Rack ‘em up, Luca.” I grin at Lil bossing him around. He rolls his eyes but sets the balls in the triangle.
Lil breaks, and I stifle a groan. She doesn’t pocket any balls and leaves way too many shots open for them. I pour myself another drink from the bottle, ignoring Luca’s stare. The way his eyes narrow in on my cup means he knows this isn’t just soda.
Dad easily makes his first shot but misses his second. My shot has me bending over not far from where Luca’s sitting. I’m walking a line of being a little sexy without going overboard because my freaking dad is in the room. I don’t want to be obvious about it, but I’ve also been drinking, so…
I miss my third shot. If it wasn’t for the vodka, I probably could have cleared the table right there.
Luca bends over to take a shot, and this time I stifle a moan because, damn, that’s one hell of an ass in those jeans. He makes two shots before missing the third, as well.
Lil scratches. “Shit. Sorry, Ari.”
I shrug. “No worries, Lil.”
We go back and forth a few more times, and I almost beat them even with the alcohol and Lil hindering me. But Luca sinks the eight ball, winning the game. This whole thing is making me think about him sinking balls deep, and once again, I’m feeling that ridiculous confused/horny/pissed combo again, and my panties are wet.
“Ugh, you guys suck.” Lil’s trash talk makes me smile. “Let’s go, Ari. These cheaters can have the pool table.”
“Cheaters?” Luca raises that damned smug eyebrow and smirks. God, why is he so handsome? And why did I keep drinking after they showed up?
“Fine. Maybe not cheaters. Jerks though. Well, okay, Dad’s not a jerk… Fuck, I don’t know.” She throws her hands up, and I gigglesnort. Damn it.
“Come on, Lil. I have ideas.” We grab our drinks and what snacks are left. Luca’s staring at me again. I love and hate it at the same time.
We make another soda and vodka bottle, silently agreeing to ignore our three-drink rule. We’re spreading it out a little bit, so it’s fine. After grabbing a bag of licorice, we make our way down to the basement, scooting down the stairs on our asses after I almost trip on the second step.
Giggling, we stumble into the bowling alley. It’s a four-lane alley with automatic ball returns and a computer system to keep score. Mom and Dad put it in the year we turned ten. It’s one of my favorite things in the whole house. We each have shoes and multiple color-coded balls, plus extras for guests.
We drink and eat and laugh our asses off, and after like an hour, neither one of us can make it through a frame without falling. My ass hurts from landing on it over and over, but I laugh every damn time. Drunk me is an idiot. I don’t know why I keep letting her out. Drunk me blames Lil. And Luca this week. Fucking Luca… I shouldn’t have thought that because now I’m thinking about fucking Luca… And now he’s texting us again.
That Jerk Luca
Where are you?
Playing with some balls.
Big Balls.
Reeeeaaaallly big balls.
