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Frankly, I’m still pissed as hell.
“You’re not a very nice girl,” he mutters like a cross child before taking a huge gulp, of what I assume to be beer, from a red plastic cup.
Unattractively, I snort in response “Nope. But hopefully you’ve learned a valuable lesson regarding the pitfalls of grabbing some unsuspecting girl’s ass.” Although, gauging from his unapologetic stance towards me, my guess is that he has not taken this lesson to heart. On second thought… “Just refrain from grabbinganygirl’s ass. Contrary to what you apparently think—we don’t like it.At all.”
“Some girls do,” he pipes up, still sporting an intense frowny face, which is probably supposed to make me feel bad.
It doesn’t.
Eyes narrowing, I shake my head. “No, we don’t. It’s degrading and just plain rude.”
He smirks before sneering. “No one’s ever complained before.”
Not only do I find that comment completely dubious, but I can almost feel my blood pressure skyrocketing. Yup, Brooklyn is definitely a dead woman because this party has moved beyond painful to full-out tortuous.
“What’s your name?”
“Alex Mc?—”
I hold up my hand and cut him off. “That’s enough.” For a moment, my gaze flies around the vicinity we’re standing in. Luckily, as packed as this massive party is, it doesn’t take long to find what I’m looking for.
“Excuse me,” I shout over the pulsating music at a pretty girl walking past us. With a smile gracing her lips, she turns. The high wattage smile dims once she realizes she doesn’t know who either one of us are.
Before she can make a hasty get away, I launch into my spiel. “Hi, what’s your name?”
Her gaze, which is slightly blurry as well (jeez…are there seriously no sober people at this party?) bounces between me and Alex. I can tell she’s hesitant to give me any information.
“Stacy.”
I give her my most reassuring smile. “Hi, Stacy, I’m Cassidy and this is,,” I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, “Alex. We’re having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?”
Since Stacy still looks uncertain, I barrel on. “My friend here thinks it’s perfectly acceptable to walk around a party grabbing the butts of girls he doesn’t know. And furthermore, he’s under the impression that we enjoy it. I’m wondering if you might have any thoughts on the matter.”
Stacy no longer looks hesitant or uncertain as her heated gaze swings back to Alex. Then, in a big sweeping gesture, she jerks her hands out in front of her. “What makes you thinkanygirl wouldenjoy being touched by some random dude she doesn’t even know?”
Alex opens his mouth as if he might actually have a rebuttal in mind, but Stacy has other ideas. Like screeching at him in a very high, potentially eardrum shattering voice.
“Where do you get off thinking you can grope a girl simply because you’re drunk at a party? Is there something seriously wrong with you? Do you have any concept that we’re living in the twenty-first century?”
Alex snaps his mouth shut, and even though it’s difficult, I do my best to suppress the smile that is desperately trying to spread across my face as she continues to berate him.
“That’s called sexual harassment, buddy.” Her hands fly to her hips as she continues to glare. “Do you know that I could call the police and have you ticketed? Or even arrested!”
Okay, I’m not sure if that’s true but I’m going to roll with it.
As if finally realizing this teeny-tiny chick is about to go batshit crazy all over his dumb ass, Alex’s wide brown eyes shift helplessly to mine as Stacy pokes a slender finger at his massive wall-like chest.
He looks like he might want me to intervene on his behalf. I almost laugh because that issonotgoing to happen. I’m viewing this whole thing as ateachable moment. I only hope Alex is teachable. Although, in all honesty, the jury is still out on that one.
From what I’ve seen tonight, my guess is probablynot.
“How would you like it if a chick you didn’t know started groping you at a club or a party?” Hostility flashes in her blue eyes. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if she started foaming at the mouth. My guess is that Stacy has been manhandled one too many times before.
Hopefully Alex isn’t stupid enough to answer that question.
“I’d be totally down with it.” For the first time in five minutes, he actually smirks.
Stacy’s mouth drops open as her eyes widen in disbelief. A moment later, her hand shoots out. I’m half afraid she’s going to bitch-slap Alex into next week when she grabs a girl walking past us and yanks her over. The girl, wearing a pair of four-inch heels,stumbles before recovering her balance. My hat off to her for remaining upright. It’s not always easy to do in sky-high heels.
