and hands them to me.
“Perfect, thanks.” I give her a hug before she goes to get dressed herself.
“Oh hey, Lee,” I call down the hallway. “Is Nikki going to be there?”
“I think so, she said she might be there with her twin sister.”
That girl has a twin? Holy sex fantasy batman, I think that Ethan and Lee are going to have to fight over a threesome with those hotties.
Ethan
Lee: We’re heading out now, meet us at The Leprechaun when you get done at work
I chuckle at the name of the bar and reply that I’m on my way over now. I punch out and wave goodbye to my boss.
I type the bar into my google maps and jump in my beat up old Honda. Say what you will about how my car looks, but it’s 15 years old and still runs perfectly.
I’m assaulted with noise as I enter the bar. I always remember as soon as I enter a college bar the reason I prefer house parties to bars. My buddy, Asher, and I discovered early in our college career that as long as you kept the ladies happy they’d come back every weekend. And, we had always kept them plenty happy.
“Ethan!” Lee's voice cuts through the noise and I turn to see them at a table in the corner.
Before I can even make my way all the way over to them I’m stopped by a skinny blonde with too much make up and not quite enough shirt, just the way I like them. Or, at least, the way I usually like them. For some reason right now all I can think about is getting over to Abby and seeing how many times I have to call her ‘Red’ before she actually punches me.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you around here before.” Blondie smiles up at me.
“I’m here with my sister,” I say gesturing towards Lee and Abby’s table trying to give her a polite brush off.
Blondie doesn’t even look, she keeps her smile trained on me.
“Buy me a drink?” She reaches out and brushes her hand against my shoulder.
I glance over towards Abby and see her glaring daggers at me. For some reason this makes me all warm inside. Blondie mistakes my smile for agreement to buy her a drink and takes my hand to lead me over to the bar.
“I’ll buy you a drink but then I have to get over to my sister and her friend,” I tell her as we reach the bar. Blondie gives me the kind of pouty face that usually gets me hard in seconds flat, but tonight it’s not working. I hand the bartender a ten dollar bill and leave Blondie to find another guy to bring home tonight. There are plenty of guys in here who I’m sure would give their left nut for a night with her.
“Who’s your friend?” Abby asks the second I reach the table.
I can’t help but smile. As I slide into a seat across from her.
“Not sure. I didn’t get a name,” I reply honestly.
Abby’s hair is slightly curly tonight and she has makeup on. Not too much makeup, unlike Blondie, but enough that it’s obvious that she tried to look hot tonight. I’m itching to ask why she’s so dressed up but that feels presumptuous. Maybe this is how she always dresses when they go out on Thursday nights. After all, I’ve only known Abby for 24 hours, I don’t know anything about her other than that she’s smart, sexy, and loves Doctor Who. That’s certainly enough to make me want to know a hell of a lot more.
“Well, I hope you at least get a name before you fuck her,” Abby says bitterly before taking a large gulp of her drink.
Abby’s death glares are getting me all hot and bothered in a way that Blondie hadn’t been able to.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say