Page 156 of Happy Hour

“We can’t just leave all that out there, it’s littering.”

I wanted to go home as well, but leaving out tents, numerous beer bottles, and food out in a national forest was not a good idea.

“Sway’s right,” Aiden said. “they could arrest you for something like that.”

I looked over at Jameson, who’d remained quiet during this. He was gazing at his pet cougar, who was staring at him with oddity.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, refusing to look at me. “I want to go home.”

“Then get out, clean up the mess we made and we can leave.” Emma suggested kicking the back of his seat jolting him forward.

“You get out and clean it up.” Jameson said quietly. “You don’t have a cougar giving you ogle eyes.”

We all started laughing,exceptJameson.

Hours passed and it became more entertaining to me that this was actually happening.

Here it was five in the morning—we’d been in that damn car most of the night with a cougar right outside Jameson’s window and Aiden, who smelled like god knows what.

Another two hours later, there we remained.

“It’s like it has some kind of obsession with Jameson.” Aiden said at one point. “It just stares at him. It’s weird.”

The cougar hadn’t moved. She just sat there, perched outside Jameson’s window, eyeing him.

Jameson, well he was beyond annoyed with the whole situation. Not only was there a cougar sitting outside his door but he had to pee,badly.

Emma being his annoying sister she was; took every opportunity she could to make this worse for him by talking about water, waterfalls, running water...anything with the notion of water, or the trickling of water.

I could tell he was moments away from whipping it out and pissing on her.

Emma sighed contently propping her bare feet on the back of Jameson’s seat, bouncing her legs, and shaking his seat. “Hah, I got the last beer.” She announced cracking it open. “Sucks for you guys,”

I wasn’t sure if she was she trying to bounce the pee out of him or just annoy him to the point of insanity.

“Emma,” I shook my head giving her a sidelong gaze of you’re-not-really-that-stupid-are-you?

“What?” She honestly tried to act as if she was doing nothing wrong, continuing to bounce her legs.

Jameson snapped.

He ripped the beer bottle from her hands, unzipped his pants and peed in the bottle. When he finished, he offered the beer to her with a grin. “Drink up.”

“That’s disgusting.” Emma chided. “I didn’t need to hear you pee.”

“I don’t fucking care. You’re lucky I didn’t piss on you.” Jameson laughed. “You would have fainted at the size of my d—”

Slapping my hand over his mouth, I said. “Jameson, juststop,”

Another hour later, nothing changed.

The cougar had licked the window at one point, taunting Jameson creating quite the uproar within, aside from Jameson.

Jameson quickly put an end to our amusement when he held up the beer/pee bottle and threatened to pour it on us if we didn’t shut up.

I had a feeling between the race, the stabbing, the red dragon, andnowthe cougar...Jameson just wanted to go home, as in Mooresville, far away from Washington all together.

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