Page 246 of Hot Mess
“Thank you. Really.” She reached up and kissed me again.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
“You’re just thebest.” She folded the check, carefully. “And it’s going to the women’s shelter near my place.”
“Good.”
I watched her slide the check under her dress, into her bra, jiggling her tits a bit as she tucked it in and kind of shimmied her dress back into place. Then she smiled at the look on my face. “What?”
“Nothing. That was hot. How long do we have to stay at this thing…?”
“All night.” She wrapped her arms around me. “Will you come dance with me?”
“Later,” I promised, squeezing her gently. “Right now, let’s go get you a drink.”
She giggled. “I already had a drink.”
“You’ve had several, by the look of things. But let’s get you another.” I took her hand and led her to the bar. She called to Taylor to come with us, and a few of her girls followed along.
I bought them all a round of whatever shots they’d been doing, some nasty butterscotch-tasting shit.
Though it tasted better in Danica’s mouth when I kissed her afterward.
“You want a cider or something?” I asked her.
“I want what you’re having,” she said, so I ordered us a couple of beers. “I’m so glad you could come,” she told me. She was wrapped all around me and my hands were on her ass… and it took all the strength I had not to slide my fingers up under her tight little dress and do the same thing I’d done to her that first time I saw her in a bar.
“Are you kidding?” I said. “I wouldn’t miss it, babe. You only turn twenty-eight once, right?”
She pouted. I’d never seen her pout like that before. It was fucking adorable, and I caught her bottom lip in my teeth, then sucked on it.
“I feel old,” she complained.
I snickered. “You’ll always be younger than me, so don’t worry about it.”
At that, a smile broke out on her face. “That’s true.”
“I gotta say… I’m pretty impressed you chose this bar for your birthday. Even if they’re playing a Bieber remix right now.”
She gasped. “How’d you know this is Justin?”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
She laughed, and spun my black cap around backward, gazing happily at my face.
A guy could really get lost in that look.
“So, you’ve been here before?” I asked her.
“Yeah. Thursdays, mostly. They have a new wave night, first Thursday of every month. Eighties pop all night long, baby.”
“I know. It’s the only night I never come.”
She laughed. “Do you come here a lot?”
“Pretty often. It’s one of the few rock dives left around here. I’ve seen a lot of great bands play here over the years.”
Our beers came, and I passed one to Danica and clinked my bottle to hers before we both took a swig. I liked that she’d drink cheap beer with me. The Back Door was the kind of place you came to listen to loud music, get cheap drinks spilled on you and get drunk, not to sip fine liqueurs.
