Page 94 of Happy Hour

Pulling my shirt over my head, I forgot all about the chocolate and the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Not only was I not wearing a bra but I wasn’t wearing underwear either. Nope, they were on the floor next to the fridge that Jimi wasnowstanding.

He hadn’t looked down yet, instead his eyes were fixated on Jameson leaning against the counter with no shirt on, completely sticky and smirking.

This couldn’t have looked much worse.

Yep, transcends everything.

Jimi glared towards Jameson. Still not on speaking terms, Jameson offered his own glare. “What the fuck happened in here?”

Nancy walked in setting bags of groceries on the counter while I picked up the whip cream bottle from the floor.

Jameson tried to nonchalantly kick the honey away but their eyes fell to the floor when Jameson once again, slipped on the floor and falling sideways against the stove.

I giggled.

What else was I going to do?

“Never mind—I don’t even want to know.” Jimi shook his head stepping into the kitchen. His foot stuck to the floor when he stepped. “Okay...why is there fucking syrup everywhere? What the hell happened in here?”

By that point, I could hardly breathe I was giggling so much.

Jameson cracked under the pressure joining in with the giggles and ran his sticky hands through his hair, causing it to stick straight up.

“Uh...we...made waffles.” Jameson finally answered holding up a burnt waffle.

“It looks like a bunch of fucking four-year old girls made waffles.” Jimi replied looking to me for an answer. I couldn’t offer much more than a squeaked giggle snort and eventually a nod.

In the midst of all this, the chocolate had now mixed with the whip cream I was covered in seeping through my tank top. All this did was made it look like I was leaking chocolate milk from the funbags.

Jimi averted his eyes to the floor, away from the chocolate milk, only to see my hot pink bra at his feet.

Let me rephrase my previous statement, this could look worse.

Nancy looked down when Jimi finally chuckled. “Clean this mess up.” He was still laughing when he walked away.

“Jameson, my goodness, can’t you keep your hands off poor Sway for one morning.” Nancy chided pushing his shoulder and shaking her head slowly as though she was thoroughly disappointed in her son. “Here Sway—I’m sorry my son has no control.” She apologized handing me my bra and then looked back at Jameson. “Clean this up, Jameson.”

Tossing a towel his direction, she noticed his hip.

I giggled again when she grabbed him to get a better look. The tattoo was low enough that you couldn’t see it ordinarily when he didn’t have a shirt on but his shorts were unbuttoned and hanging rather low on his hips revealing the chiseled curve.

So there in plain view, running vertically up the cut line of his hip, were his tattoos on display for his mother.

Nancy shook her head again. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with these kids.” She mumbled mostly to herself. “Ireallyhope you two get married someday since you can’t stop humping in my house and branding yourself with each other’s names.” She slapped him on the chest. “Clean up.”

“Yes, mom,” Jameson laughed and started cleaning up.

I reached for another towel to assist when Jameson leaned down near my ear. “Did my mom just say hump and marriage in the same sentence?”

“Yep,”

While we were laughing we overheard Jimi on the phone with Alley. “What do you mean he drew a dick on the wall...you mean like a man dick...Christ, I swear, these kids are not mine.”

On Tuesday night, we snuck out Charlotte to watch Justin and Tyler test sprint cars. It was a change from the sticky sweet day mostly because we were clothed. I had the biggest bruise sprawled across my hip from where I fell from the counter but other than that, the day was still providing laughs for us whenever we recalled Jimi’s reaction.

Jameson and I sat there on the tailgate of his Ford F-250 watching the cars whip around the track kicking up a cloud of dirt that hovered over the track in a thick layer. After a few laps, the cars came back into the infield where Tommy took notes. Jameson made his way towards them as Justin offered his feedback to Tommy.

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