Page 9 of Sassy Pants

“You heard me. Bounce.”

“Fuck you, Stud.” She rolls from the bed tagging her clothes off the floor as she stomps past us and out the door behind us.

“I’ll find you something to sleep in, lightweight.” I drop Gianna on the bed. “Unless you want to sleep naked.”

“You want that you best follow your fuck buddy down the hall.” She flops back on the pillows. I go rooting around in my drawers. I pull out a flannel and a pair of sweatpants that should keep her warm. The heat works decently but there’s a draft by the window.

“Bathroom is down the hall if you need it,” I tell her and toss the clothes on the foot of the bed.

Gianna sits up, her face turning ashen. “When did the room start spinning?”

“Fuck, sassy pants, don’t puke in my bed.” I rush over with a small trash can I keep by the Tv stand.

She waves the trash can away. “Men are shit.”

“Breakup with your boyfriend?”

“Nope. I saw my ex-boyfriend. Well I can’t even call him that because I dated him when I was sixteen. He came into my work and was flirting with me while his bitch was in the bathroom. I’m not saying she’s a bitch because they’re together. I’m only saying she’s a bitch because when I was in high school, she was a C-U-Next-Tuesday.” A hiccup bubbles in her throat.

“A what?”

She leans back on her elbows. Her gaze settles on my face. “A cunt,” she says the word so softly I barely hear her.

“You’re drunk.”

“For a guy with two heads you’re kinda hot.”

“Not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I’ll take it.”

I chuckle and then she passes out faster than I thought could be possible, so I grab my leather shave bag that has all my shit in it.

My cell buzzing interrupts my plan to go brush my teeth.

“Lo,” I answer quietly so I don’t disturb my sleeping beauty.

“Hey, man. It’s Chaser. Everything okay with Gianna?”

“Fuck. I meant to call you. I grabbed her and Dutch and Ace are going after her car.”

“She with you?”

“Yeah. Brought her to The Roadhouse for the night. Put her in my bed, and don’t worry I’ll keep my hands to myself, man”

“Good looking out.”

“Anytime. Listen, I’d put her on but she’s a bit intoxicated and passed out soon as her head hit the pillow.”

“She was drinking and driving. God damn that doesn’t sound like her.”

“No. I gave her some moonshine.”

“Shit. My sister never drinks.”

“Yeah found that out now. She’s a damn lightweight, but don’t worry I’ll look after her. Though she did mention something about an ex of her giving her a hard time. Dude she dated in high school.”

“Fucking Jesse,” he mutters.

“This guy bad news?”

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