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bench, pulling a quarter out of my pocket. A few heads turn my direction, but no one says anything. Up until now, I’ve been the good girl around here. I’m the one they think doesn’t do anything wrong. They’re right, but that’s because I’ve been so worried about making an ass of myself that I stay sober most nights. Tonight is most definitely not most nights.
    “Look out boys, CB’s actually going to play tonight,” Bowie calls out as he sits behind me. I lean back against his firm chest, wishing there was even a tiny spark between us. “Keep an eye on Eric, he’s really good and will probably see you as an easy mark,” he whispers in my ear. I nod, narrowing my eyes to size up the competition in the low light.
    “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” I assure him, turning my head to give him an innocent smile. Little do these guys know that the countless nights I’ve spent out here sober have allowed me to study how different people play the game.
    When it’s my turn, I bounce my quarter off the table and it lands in the half-full pint glass. Although I’m tempted to make Eric drink, I’m no fool. Bowie’s right, Eric is ruthless at this game. I am, by far, the smallest player and the person who drinks the least. I’m an easy target. I order a girl named Dina to down the beer and await my next turn. I miss and the glass gets pushed down the line.
    Everything’s going well, until the opposite side of the table is in control. They’re masters at this game and all have their eyes on getting me as drunk as possible. After the third beer, I wish I had never sat down at this stupid table, but I wasn’t ready to wander off to a dark corner with Bowie. As I fight the need to puke, I look up and see Colby leaning against the railing of the deck. He looks pissed off as he glares at me. When I offer him a simple shrug, he mutters something before storming off.
    “Hey, don’t let him ruin your night,” Bowie says quietly, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean my head back, wishing it were so simple to forget about how Colby makes me feel. I’m such a bitch. I have an attractive guy holding me, gently trailing his fingers along my stomach, but my mind is somewhere inside with the surly man of my dreams. “Let’s take a walk.”
    When Bowie stands, I realize how much alcohol I’ve had tonight. If not for his quick hands, I would be flat on my ass, likely with a knot on my head that would only amplify the hangover I’m sure to have in the morning. “Look, Bowie,” I slur, my body swaying from side to side. “As much as I want to go with you, I don’t think I’m up for a walk tonight.”
    Leaning into him, I deeply inhale his woodsy cologne. It’s all wrong. He’s all wrong. I thought that drinking would help me forget about Colby, but it turns out that the only thing it did was make me want him even more. And thanks to the short-circuited brain cells, feeling Bowie’s body pressed to mine and his scent flooding my nostrils only serves to make me want to tell Colby everything I’ve kept from him.
    “I get it,” Bowie says, agitated but not making a scene. It looks like I’m on my way from being a prude to being the cocktease of the county, if the looks of everyone watching us are any indication. “Come on, let me get you inside so you can eat something.”
    Sinking into his side, I allow Bowie to lead me into the house. Tonight is a disaster. Until he mentioned it, I hadn’t thought about the fact that I skipped dinner, planning on grabbing something with Colby later.
    “Thanks Bowie, I’ve got it from here,” Colby says, pulling me away from the man who is only trying to help me. I look up at Colby, momentarily grateful for the fact that he’s getting me out of this situation. But when I look into his smoldering eyes and see the anger welling, I want to cry. I’ve seen him look at other people that way, but never me. “CB, did you eat before we left home?”
    Colby mutters something