Cheap Thrills (6 Thrilling reads) (64 page)

Seven

Six Shots Down

You know that place you reach on a certain night out drinking that blurs from the memory? You automatically assume it was a good night because you can’t remember drinking in that particular establishment. You also wonder and marvel at the consistent stories of how you were the center of everyone’s night. How you,
Mr. Big
,
decided to make everyone happy with the stylings of an idiot. Well, not this night. This is a night that I wouldn’t mind forgetting in a hurry, seeing how the mood was grim.

I have no idea why the mood in the bar turned solemn. Hell, I didn’t cause it, so beats me. I know I was
six shots down
. I finally convinced the fat bartender to pull me some bombs. He obviously listened, and lined up the six shots on the table. I knocked them back like Nyquil when suffering from a cold. I had the beautiful Elle by my side. She watched as I manned up and knuckled down. I sort of made a pass at her after my ninth shot of the good stuff. I mean, damn, she can’t be wearing those awesome boots zipped on high all the way up her amazing legs and not expect me to want to court that, in
Pride and Prejudice
terms.  I put my hand on her leg. Her skin felt so soft. I instantly wanted to run my tongue up her inner thigh — I know, right?! I think I drank some hormones or something, because I was in need of some seeing to. And come to think about it, I kind of get why the group was being distant. It may have been the whole “inner thigh” thing. I may have blurted that out on the twelfth shot.

“You want to do what?” she abruptly says.

I continue to look at her with my usual puppy-dog eyes. It isn’t working this time, that’s for sure.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, tell me what you said. You might as well tell the whole group, while you’re at it. You’re being a drunken asshole, Toby.”

I sit there as the boys break their conversation and turn their attention to me. Seth walks on over from his bar stool at the far end of the bar. He looks around nervously at the rest of the patrons who
are sitting in the scattered seating in the rusty-looking bar. They started to fill the bar when I was on my sixth shot. To be quite frank, I hadn’t really noticed that the place is half full by now. The fat bartender looks at us from a distance, his eyes telling us to keep it shut or get out. Seth taps me on the shoulder. I turn around, wide-eyed, trying not to laugh.

“What’s going on, Toby?” he asks. That condescending prick only ever calls me Toby when he is being serious.

“None of your business, Seth,” I hiss at him

He puts his hand on Elle’s leg. I bet he knows that will get me angry, seeing that I hock my shot back and casually get up. I straighten myself up and survey Seth’s calm and casual eyes, which are squarely locked on to me. I clench my fist and hit that asshole in the face. He collapses flat on the floor, holding his nose. I guess it’s bleeding, because everyone looks at me as if I’m a barbarian. I smile and sit back down. I signal the bartender and ask him to pour me a drink. He does so. As he pours from the bottle, I look down at my feet. I observe my shoelaces, both tied up pretty tight. I laugh a little; when you’re drunk, stupid things make you laugh. I turn my head over to the now-vertical Seth who gingerly sits on the far bottom of the bar, holding a napkin to his face. He
looks at me in the distance; his eyes are saying one thing while his actions are saying another. I can’t quite work out what he is trying to say; I don’t really care, either. I stop looking at him and focus my attention on Elle, who by now is looking directly at me. I smile at her and notice how different a look she is giving me. I have never seen a women give me this sort of look before. I pluck up the courage to say something. By now the alcohol is coursing through my veins, replacing the more reliable and healthy blood that once flowed a mere three hours ago. I’m half gone by now, and I don’t want to end this night on a sour note with her. After all, the only reason she is here is because I invited her earlier while I was on that game I told you about. I finally adjust to the correct mind frame. I breathe in deeply and give her another smile, this time a more sincere “let’s be friends,” not “I want to screw the crap out of you” look that most men give when faced with these kind of odds.

“I’m sorry, Elle,” I say as I look into her eyes — her amazing brown eyes.

She looks at me sort of sideways, as if she doesn’t quite understand where I’m coming from.

“Well, you should be,” she says plainly.

“Well, it’s true, you know…”

“What’s true?”

“What I said.” 

“Well, Toby, if it is true, then do something about it.”

“Like what?”

She stops talking and gets up. Her legs stand tall and firm as she stands idle for a few seconds. She gives me that look again. Still confused, I look up at her with pleading eyes. She turns around and walks off over to the bathroom. She even has a brand-new walk to accompany that never-before-seen look. I think to myself as I sit alone in the corner of the bar, propped up on the bar stool, admiring the view of her as she disappears into the ladies’ room. Am I going crazy here? I glance over at the boys, who are doing their usual routine of drinking games. Everyone but Seth is having a good time. I get up from my stool and walk on over to him. The alcohol is really affecting my balance as I tap him on the shoulder when I reach him. He turns around. His face changes from placid-looking to uneasy.

“I’m sorry for punching you in the face, Seth,” I say as I try to work out why I did it.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens — let’s just get on with it and have a good night.”

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise. I was out of line.”

Seth nods his head bashfully. He pats my forearm and turns back around, immediately shouting at the top of his lungs, returning to his old form before I whacked him one. I start to sober up and turn back on the reality switch. Suddenly something dawns on me as I pace back to my stool. I look around at the bar as everyone is going on with their business, drinking and smoking, some even playing pool, everything seems on point and not extraordinary…everything but Elle. She went to the toilet a good five minutes ago, and, to be honest, she doesn’t seem like the type of girl to take a dump in a rundown biker bar. I rewind my memory a bit to try to decipher the last conversation we had. Then it clicks. I rush off my stool and walk over to the ladies’ bathroom. I turn my head slightly, making sure no one sees me. No one is looking in my direction, so I swiftly open the heavy door. I rush in and shut the door behind me. I must have come in pretty quickly, because I hadn’t taken notice of what was in front of me. I hit the bolt lock shut and take a deep breath in, I look up. Elle is standing a few feet in front of me. She is in her bra and panties. Her body is looking immaculate as ever. The dim bathroom light is shining off her olive skin. The bumps and curves that her body follow look like mountains in heaven as I swallow hard. She undoes her left bra strap and then her right. She pulls down on her bra, releasing her alluring breasts. I walk on toward her and grab her tight. Her chest presses against mine, and I swoop in for a kiss. 

Eight

Tell Me It Isn’t So

We are against the bathroom stool. I thrust hard as she grabs the top of the cubicle. It’s over as we both moan in ecstasy. I look at her as she stares into my eyes. I kiss her once again. This time the kiss is different. It feels different as I run my hands through her hair. I pull away and start to get dressed. She does the same as I watch her put her bra and panties back on. It’s a shame that it happened in the bathroom of a crappy bar. I see her thinking the same thing as I finally get my clothes back on.

“So…” I say as I mull over the situation in my mind.

“Indeed,” she follows up

She walks out of the cubicle and walks up to the large mirror near the sinks. The toilets in here look nearly unused. I gather that’s the reason we were not disturbed during our little escapade. I try to break the atmosphere.

“Good thing we didn’t get caught, huh?”

She nods once more as she takes out her makeup bag and starts dowsing her face in blusher.

“I think so, too,” she adds.

“These toilets sure beat the crappers that the boys have to use. You wouldn’t believe the state they’re in.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

She carries on putting her makeup on. Her hair is frazzled as I look at her distant gaze in the mirror.

“Is there something wrong, Elle?” I ask as I fiddle around in my pockets, trying to find my phone to look at the time.

“No, why should there be?”

“It’s just that you seem distant.”

“Maybe because I just had sex with you in a public place.”

“I know I enjoyed it.”

She shakes her head as she puts her makeup back into her small bag. She slings it over her arm and makes her way to the door. She hesitates, then turns back toward me. She gives me another new look that I am not accustomed to.

“The least you could do is to be honest with me, Toby. I know you’re holding back.”

“Holding back what?”

“The way you feel,” she says, while still giving me that new horrible look.

“I think I made that pretty clear — you were here, weren’t you?”

“To have sex with me is one thing, but not telling me why you did it is another.” She turns back to the door and walks out. The door swings shut, leaving me a little dazed and confused.

Nine

Okay…Tell Me What I Did

I’m sitting down in the same bar stool I’ve occupied the whole night. Everything is going as planned. The boys are half cut on beer and coke. An assortment of women are poking around Seth’s area, chatting and flirting to the man of the hour, or the so-called man of the hour, I should say. Everything is just dandy. Well, except one thing. Elle is over there with the girls, talking and flirting with, yep, you guessed it, Seth. I am on my twentieth shot; I’m fully loaded and ready to smack that asshole again. The thing is I can’t, because while I sit here on my lonesome, I notice Seth eyeing me with apologetic eyes. He notices what Elle’s game is. And so do I, because not only is it obvious that she is trying to make me jealous, I so happened to text Seth when I was in the bathroom, explaining what happened, that yours truly had intercourse for the first time ever, with the girl he had been in love with since kindergarten. He knows how hurt I am that she is blatantly trying to make me mad. He hasn’t even given her as much as a look since she landed in his area.

I carry on being grumpy and ill-mannered as the fat bartender tries to make conversation with me.

“Another drink?” he asks me as I look down at my now-untied shoelaces.

I raise my glass. Words don’t come out, so I just grunt in the direction of the bottle in his hands. He smiles and pours me another while I’m still holding the glass. The bartender is talented, because I’m all over the place. I remember thinking that he had a steady hand, not one drop spilled, even with my unsteady drunken tremor.

“What seems to be the problem, kid?” he asks me as he pours one for himself. His big burly fingers lock around the glass bottle as he screws the cap back on. He leans in and takes a sip, resting his huge weight on his formidable forearm.

“What are you, some sort of marriage counselor?” I hiccup.

He chuckles a rueful belly laugh.

“I didn’t know you were married.”

“I’m not, but I might as well be. She’s already off cheating on me. It’s only been forty minutes.”

He nods in sympathy.

“Yep, I know what that’s like, kid. Every man has his heart broken at one point or another. It’s the real man that gets up from self-pity and rises proud as he moves on to the next one.”

“What if the next one does the same?”

“You beat ’em to it.”

I laugh as he pours me another drink, then pouring himself one as he leans in closer.

“You know that girl you’re staring at, the one you screwed in my restroom?”

I gasp in horror, as if to say I would never do such a thing.

“News travels fast, Toby. Don’t worry about her. She’s only doing this to try to make you sweat. That’s what women do best. If she didn’t like you, kid, she wouldn’t have fucked you just like that. I know her family. They are respectable. It takes a certain someone to turn a respectable woman into a sex-crazed animal. You’re her special someone, kid. Make sure you show her that.”

I nod and dismiss what the bartender is saying as I grow ever more jealous at the sight I am seeing.

Ten

Now I’m Angry

I’m past sitting on my ass and watching Seth break his promise, the promise that he would never go against me or my feelings, the promise that all male friends make.
“Bros before hos.”
Although Elle is no ho in any shape or form, she is the girl of my dreams. The girl I had just lost my virginity to an hour ago, the girl who is now sitting next to my best friend, touching his arm, whispering into his ear, the girl who is falling into the Seth trap, the girl who is about to make the biggest mistake of her life. I can’t just sit here and watch her take this jealousy thing this far. It’s one thing to try to prove a point, but I’ll be dammed if I’m going to let her break my heart like this.

I get up, trying to stay nimble and steady. I down my last shot. I’ve got to make sure this one counts. I walk on over to the group. The boys are busy trying to pull while I’m busy trying to keep my cool. I finally reach Elle and Seth, who are deep in conversation. She has her hand on his bicep. She spots me standing there. She quickly takes her hand off him. He turns around rapidly, facing me head to head. He stands up and puts his drink down. A Budweiser; I grab it off the bar and down the rest of it. I grin at him while he stares blankly at me. I swing the bottle hard against the bar. It smashes in half. I hold the other half in my hand. The shards of glass poke out violently as I square up to Seth. The place goes dead as people stare at me and him. The bartender comes up to us and leans over against the bar.

“What’s going on?” he shouts.

I look at him and smile. I toss the bottle behind me and nod my head. I walk out of the bar and sit on the curb. I wait and listen. I hear the place come back to life as people continue what they were doing. The door behind me swings open as Seth joins me.

“We have a problem?” he asks as he sits on the step beside me.

“No, unless you’re planning on making a move on Elle.”

“You know she’s trying to make you jealous. I wouldn’t worry about it. She’ll cool down.”

“Whatever, dude.”

“Were you really planning on bottling me?” He laughs.

“Depends if you were planning on being an asshole about the situation,” I say.

“Okay. Look, man, let’s just continue drinking and having fun. I guarantee you that if you lighten up a bit and join the boys drinking and laughing, then maybe Elle will approach you. She’s winning at the moment, dude. You know what she’s like anyway. That’s her personality, distant and shit. Get a grip, Frenchy.”

“‘You’re right. Fuck it, let’s get wasted and hit on girls. Let’s see who outlasts the other.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it. I’ll be by your side.”

“Thanks, man. I’m sorry about this. You know how it is.”

“I do.”

He pats me on my shoulder as he helps me up. We both give each other a small but firm hug. He’s right. If she wants to play this game, I’ll play it better. After all, Frenchy can be a player if he wants, right?