“You’re with her?” A look of disgust crosses his face. “But… why?”
“What’s going on here?” Devon walks into the restaurant with Denise’s pixie-like friend, Xena stumbling along in front of him. She must’ve enjoyed a few drinks at the wedding after we left. It appears that she also went home to put on her extra comfy clothes. Her joggers look like they could fit Devon, and he’s giant. “Do you need your security guy to deal with this?”
Milo turns around and looks up, and then up a little more, until he finally sees Devon’s vicious grin shining down on him.
“Who’s this loser?” Xena asks Becca. She passed by me and walked right up to Becca and grabbed her hand, realizing right away that she needed some support. “He looks like a dickhead.”
Becca snorts out a laugh. “You could say that. He’s just some asshole that took a picture of me topless when we were in high school. And then he showed everyone and convinced them to call me Freddy Krueger because of my scars.”
“Oh shit! Is that why you have that bad ass tattoo of Freddy on your leg?”
“Yeah. It was my first tattoo, given to me by the dickhead’s uncle.”
Devon reaches down and grabs Milo’s shirt, pulling him out of the booth. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one lifetime. What do you think?”
Milo looks terrified, and rightfully so. Devon is like six and a half feet tall and has to be closing in on three hundred pounds. He’s a scary-looking dude. I’d run if I met up with him in a dark alley, that’s for sure.
“Come on, Fred—I mean, Becca. It was just a joke. People didn’t even call you that for very long.”
“People stopped calling me that when your uncle covered all of my scars with tattoos. If he hadn’t done that for me, I’m sure people wouldstillbe calling me that. Just like you are.”
Becca steps forward and pokes Milo in the chest. He sways a little, since Devon is still holding him up by his shirt, reminding me of a heavy bag at a boxing gym.
“Eww, gross. I’m sorry, sir. You can’t stay here like that.” Ivy has come to bring Becca and my pancakes and has stopped to address Milo. “That’s a biohazard. I need to ask you to leave.”
I look and see what she’s pointing at. There is a rapidly darkening patch on the front of his pants.
He’s pissed himself.
I stifle a laugh. “You heard the lady. Devon, can you deposit him outside?”
“You got it. Becca. Anything you want to say to him before I throw him out?”
Becca looks him up and down, her lips settling into a smirk. “Nah. He’s not worth it. Get rid of him,” she says with a flick of her wrist.
Devon turns, dragging Milo to the door. “You better not get piss on me,” he growls at Milo. “or you’re going to have a lot more to worry about than wet pants.”
“Great. Glad that’s settled.” Xena claps her hands together. “Mind if we join you?”
“I would love that,” Becca says, sliding into her seat. “Ivy? Can you bring our friends four orders of pancakes and two chocolate milks, please? Devon’s probably worked up quite that appetite carrying that pissed soaked loser out of here.”
I shake my head and huff out a laugh. Looks like Becca doesn’t give a shit about Milo anymore. That’s amazing.
I’m just sorry I didn’t break his legs.
