Page 22 of All She Ever Wanted Was a Real One
“Thanks. You do too. Where’d Liv go?”
“To the bathroom. Said the tequila is running through her pussy like a faucet,” she answered with a giggle.
I shook my head. I could tell from the light bounce in her step, the glazed look in her eyes, and her bubbly little voice that all the liquor in her system had her feeling like she was walking on the moon. So much so that she hadn’t noticed she’d given me too much information when it came to my sister. Both of their asses had been getting wasted as if they’d turned twenty-one again. One look at her, and I could tell she had all the telltale signs of being intoxicated—from the way she smiled at nothing, how she concentrated on trying to stand up straight, and how her arms hung loosely at her sides. I knew it was gon’ be one of those nights where she ended up eating something greasy with her eyes closed to soak up all the liquor in her system.
“You havin’ a good time?” I inquired.
“I’m having agreaaatttttime,” she said in her best impression of Tony the Tiger. “What about you? You’ve been drinking too?”
I nodded at the watered-down drink I’d been babysitting for the last thirty minutes. “Yeah, but not nearly as much as you. I’m good, though. I just want to make sure y’all asses get home safe.”
She frowned. “Home? I’m ready to buy the next round,” she offered before trying to wave down the bartender.
I caught her hand in midair and put it down. “Nah. I’m cuttin’ yo’ ass off. You’ve had enough.”
She smacked her lips. “You might be older than me, but we’re both grown-ass adults, Oak.”
“I said what I said, Lex,” I asserted. “And don’t bother arguing with me either, because we both know you’ll lose.”
Instead of responding, Lex started seductively swaying her hips to the bass from the club speakers blasting “Lover Girl” by Megan Thee Stallion.
“Oooh, this my shit,” she stated before starting to try and rap some of the lyrics, but she was so twisted, she wasn’t gettin’ half of them right.
The sight made me chuckle. I stopped cold when she invaded my personal space by putting her hand on my thigh and slightly opening my legs before turning around and slowly rubbing her ass against me.
“Whatchu doing right now?” I mumbled in her ear.
She looked over her shoulder at me and flashed a devilish smirk. “Whatever the liquor tells me to.”
Her ass knows exactly what she’s doin’.
I sighed. The liquor in her system had her freak level activated. The more she drank, the slicker her fuckin’ mouth got.
My jaw clenched. “Get the fuck from ’round me before a nigga rearrange yo’ guts like a pumpkin, Lex,” I answered back.
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.”
“You know yo’ ass is drunk, right?”
“Who? Me?” she asked cluelessly.
“Yeah, you, girl. You said you weren’t gonna get that drunk.”
She giggled. “First of all, you should’ve known that was a lie.”
A ghost of a smile lifted one side of my mouth. “You right about that.”
Lex turned to me and leaned in close. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Wassup?”
“Liquor always goes straight to my pussy.”
I held out my hand to put some distance between us. “Yo, Lex. You gotta chill right now, forreal.”
“I am chillin’. I’m chillin’ like a villain right now, Oak.”
“You ain’t got a chill bone in your body right now. But you better find some calm before I take yo’ ass home.”
